Wings of Flame #2- Host Segment

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(Mike is sitting down with a clipboard, taking on the role of a therapist. The patient he has today is Phoenix, played by Emily)

Mike: Alright, Phoenix, what is the issue today?

Emily: I mean... I just...

Mike: We know you're a TigerWing or something like that. Why don't we explore that?

Emily: My brother Kit looks nothing like me.

Mike: Uh-huh.

Emily: And neither does anyone else.

Mike: There... We're doing better already.

Emily: And I have a burn mark on my neck because apparently some MudWing breathed fire on me the second I was born. My parents describe it to me in such detail.

Mike: Did they... Help you get away?

Emily: No.

Mike: Ah... How are your friends?

Emily: (as casual as can be, as if this is an ordinary Tuesday) See, my friend Silverleaf has magic powers, and I have, like, nine other friends that just tag along, I guess. And recently we all fought a guy named Dark star, who got killed in like, two hits. We almost got caved into a small pebble, we, you know, found a new tribe and they apparently are out of touch, and we finished it off with getting injured, like, a lot. I wasn't injured.

Mike: Oh, and... How does that make you-

Emily: And my attacker from that hatchling neck thing turned out to be one of my friends, Fawn, and I kinda almost choked her, until she told me about a sandwing, who just knocked on my door, which is totes normal, and now we're going to Jade Mountain.

Mike: Are you okay, sweetie?

Emily: And I feel left out because I'm like, the fiercest female who has ever existed, but I feel embarrassed because... I read. And make art. I'm... Not like other girls.

Mike: I think our time's up.

(Jonah enters as Fawn)

(He stops and stares down Emily, who does the same)

Jonah: Hello, Phoenix.

Emily: Hello, Fawn.

(Silence)

(They start attacking)

(Gypsy rolls in as Pebble)

Gypsy: STOP FIGHTING!

(they all group hug)

BEEP! BEEP!

ALL- WE GOT MOVIE SIGN!

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