My name is oshi and im a dragonkin. My preferred pronouns are scale/scales/scaleself.

I’d like you to write a story in which i fly through the air and help faeries in a forest clean their house :D

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Oshi hangs, suspended upside down in air over a thermal column for a long, perfect second. Scale plunges down, skimming the treetops, and swoops through the blue with scales teeth glinting through a grin.

The glen fairies are doing their annual spring cleaning today, and that means a huge to-do. Old knickknacks and the like go to whoever wants them, and the year’s scattered trash goes to fuel a huge bonfire. Once the stars come out there’ll be roasted vegetables and dancing, singing and celebration for the season’s new life.

This morning is especially happy because one of Oshi’s fairy friends promised scale the finale of a long story that fae’s been winding scale up about for months now. There are aliens and intrigue, and last time scale and fae traded tales, Danna had just confronted Vox Aedris about a shipload of stolen diamondine crystals.

Oshi executes another cheerful loop, scanning the trees for the pond and clearing scale knows is somewhere around here. Scale spots it after another few minutes of flight, and a short detour to examine a glint on the forest floor that turned out to be a piece of mica.

Dona’s hollow is awash with dust when Oshi sticks scales head in. The little pixie is happy to spend a couple hours chatting and swapping stories with Oshi while scale coordinates the construction of the pile for the bonfire, and before either of them know it, dusk has fallen. A few fairies make short speeches about the birth of the new season, and Dona nudges Oshi and tilts faer head toward the pile.

Oshi carefully positions and prepares scaleself, then takes a deep breath, and with a bellow releases a great blast of flame. The bonfire ignites with a whoosh, and the night is alight with music and festivity near to the break of dawn