Various Stories of my Characters

Wyngro #1

A lil story I wrote to go with this piece
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Here we go
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"C'mon guys, we'll be able to see them soon!" Chey called to the three wynglings. Vivienne and Aminita looked up from their dirt tic-tac-toe and started running over to where the adult was on the hill. Toaster glanced up and looked over at him, and after picking up the sashes the three had left on the ground, walked over slowly. Chey had chosen a spot almost exactly halfway between the river and the campsite he had set up for them to spend the night at after they finished watching the moonweed and was currently playing a quick game with the two wynglings he got along with best out of the three. Toaster didn't care though, she didn't like being near him anyways. When she got closer to the three, she paused to dodge Aminita running right in front of her.
"sorry Toast!" she called back to the purple gro. Toaster rolled her eyes and kept walking with a small smile. The wynglings were okay. Aminita was sweet, even if she was a bit of an airhead and Vivienne had jumped to her defense when Chey had scared her. As she reached where they were going to be sitting to watch the buggy bugs Chey suddenly stepped in front of her and before she could stop herself Toaster tripped over his claws. She heard her teamates scream as she continued to roll down the slope and closer to the water, and let out a yelp of surprise as she suddenly found no ground beneath her, then cold water. Chey came to the edge of the water and reached down to help Toaster. As soon as Toaster saw his stupid paw she growled audibly at him, walking further downstream and climbing out dripping wet. She slunk past the trio asking if she was okay grabbing the sashes and moving a good distance away from them before sitting with her back to them. Vivienne came over and tried to convince her to come back, but after about five minutes of this one way conversation the pink wyngling seemed to give up and go back to the other two to watch the moonweed. Toaster shivered as some wind breezed past her still-wet self and she began dusting off and folding the sashes.