Edited: 10/29/14
Re-Upload Date: 4/9/15

.

Chapter 11: Kisses & Dragon Scales: Hurt Feelings

.

Grandeeney landed outside of her cave, her wings were tired. She knew that the other two would have sensed her presence, so, she didn't bother to announce that she was back.

She missed Wendy and Mest already. So she was moody.

The sky dragon yawned widely and walked into her cave. She started turning around on her bedding, once she was in, getting settled.

As she laid down, finally, she blinked, having turned to face the opening of her cave, she was now staring into a pair of golden eyes.

'What?'

'I wanted to know how you were, and how those kids were.'

She yawned again and rested her chin on her feet. Looking at him.

'How did you know I was injured?'

'The boy with your daughter... I read his mind when he-"

'Huh? You sound as if you met them...'

She said lifting her head, cocking it a bit to look at Igneel.

'We did.'

Her eyes widened in surprise.

'When?'

'When you sent them away while you were being attacked. I read his mind, since he was here.'

'How did he get-?'

'You had him teleport right above the nest of a Wyvern.'

'Oh... So, you had him come here?'

'I didn't think you'd be happy if they were eaten.'

He pointed out, rather dryly.

She thought about that, then nodded.

'You're correct.'

'So, how are you, and how are they?'

She laid her chin back on her paws, watching him as she responded.

'They seemed fine, when we parted...'

'Have you sensed anything dragon-like, from that boy?'

'No, he's a normal human.'

'Somehow I seriously doubt that.'

'What do you mean by that?'

'What I mean, is, that it felt like there were 3 male dragons in my cave, when it was me, Mtealicana, the boy and your daughter.'

She frowned, thinking about that.

'Are you trying to say that he's got dragon blood in his heritage?'

Igneel nodded. She furrowed her brows, thinking a bit.

'How are you?'

He asked her again, she blinked at him and seemed to shrug.

'Tired, sore... Otherwise, yeah, I'm feeling ok.'

'Good.'

He said, turning to leave, as she thought about what he'd said about Mest.

She knew he was an orphan, she knew she'd checked to make sure he wasn't related to William's family... But other than that, who he WAS related to, was a complete mystery to her.

She'd have to consider his heritage a bit more, she supposed.

A few hours before Grandeeney returned to her cave:

Mest, for the last day or so, had been feeling hot. It wasn't the usual hotness that he felt when he was with Wendy. No, It was fever hot.

He chalked it up to Reyna removing the guilt spell. And ignored it. Up until now, anyway.

As he watched the sky dragon leave, and he and Wendy prepared to do the same, he felt hot. Somewhat clammy as well, and his shins were hurting once more.

Wendy noticed him rubbing his shins, and frowned.

"Mest?"

He blinked, startled out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, Wens?"

She smiled, she liked it when he called her that.

"Are you ok?"

She asked as her smile fell, her lips forming a worried line.

He smiled and ruffled her hair a bit.

"... Yeah. I'm fine..."

She heard the hesitation, and looked up at him through her now, messed up bangs. He saw that she was about to press the issue, so he decided to change the subject.

"Hey Wens...?"

She blinked.

"What?"

"Did I tell you: "Happy Birthday"...?"

She smiled shyly and nodded.

"Yes, you did, several times today!"

She said giggling softly.

"Good. Then let's see if we can rent a room in Hargeon..."

He said softly, his hand gently caressing her cheek as he looked at her lovingly. She would finally be completely alone with Mest! In a bed rather than a futon! That clearly got her mind on other things!

She missed her mother, but she had a feeling she could hear them, when they made love, that was just a horribly embarrassing thought for Wendy.

He was now kneeling in front of her, so that they were more level with each others height. He rested his forehead against hers, and looked into her eyes when they broke the kiss. He made sure that their bangs separated their skin, otherwise she would have noticed his fever too easily.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, more than you can probably imagine."

She said smiling at him, he slid his arms around her waist, their foreheads still touching.

"Close your eyes."

He said softly. She did as she was told, without question... Then he teleported them both from the clearing...

Wendy opened her eyes and looked around, confused. She frowned slightly. She didn't smell the sea air. She didn't hear the merchants of the port town... No docks, no ships...

"Mest, I tho-... MEST!?"

Beside her, Mest Gryder had suddenly collapsed.

"Mest?!"

He was still for a moment, he had broken out in a cold sweat. She brushed the bangs from his face, looking him over, and she felt relived, when finally, as his eyes fluttered open.

"W-Wendy...?"

He sounded weak and tired.

"Yeah, I'm here."

She responded immediately. He smiled and reached out to touch her face gently. She held out her hands towards him.

A soft glow emitted, from her small hands, and he sighed in relief.

His breathing was shallow and rapid.

She could tell now, that he was burning up. She didn't understand what had happened though. He closed his eyes, she started panicking.

"Mest!"

She cried, she stopped trying to heal him and hugged him. He smiled and hugged her close.

"I'm not dying, darling. The fever's just making me tired."

He said softly as he kissed her hair. She pulled back, and looked down at him.

"What's wrong, though?"

She asked, sniffling. He started to lean up on his elbows, but he was suddenly hit with a sharp pain in both of his shins.

"AHHHRG!"

He screamed, causing Wendy to flinch, and he fell back down.

"Mest!"

"I'm... I'm ok, Wens..."

He said, wincing.

"What hurts?"

"Nothing."

He said stubbornly as he finally managed to pull himself to his feet.

"You screamed because something hurt. I'm not stupid, I know when-"

He'd knelt in front of her again, and suddenly grabbing her, he kissed her deeply, to shut her up.

As he kissed her, she felt the sensation she knew meant that he had teleported them again.

The next thing she knew, there was the tug of breeze on and in her long dark blue hair and she smelled salt in the air. Mest grinned at her as she opened her eyes, then he got to his feet, and she grabbed his hand as they made their way out of the alleyway they'd appeared in, they were at the port.

She was mad at him for kissing her to make her be quiet. But, she didn't want to address the situation here.

They were in public.

Wendy suddenly felt cold and shivered as she looked around, Mest saw her shiver and scooped her into his arms, princess style and started walking towards the inns.

Wendy turned red from embarrassment.

"Mest, put me down, you're drawing attention to us!"

She said in a fierce whisper. He chuckled.

"Not happening, I like having you in my arms, and besides, I saw you shiver. You were cold, this way you're not as cold."

He said and she sighed, resting her head against his chest.

She loved him so much, and she worried about him. Yet... He was brushing her sincere concern, aside.

When they finally found a nice looking inn, Mest went in, still carrying Wendy and told the innkeeper that his sister had twisted her ankle, that they needed a room for the night so she could rest.

The man looked worried.

"I only have single bed rooms available..."

He said and Mest smiled.

"It's ok, I'll sleep on the floor or in a chair if need be, how much?"

The man told them the price, and they paid. Then Mest got the key and carried the still silent, brooding, Wendy up to their room.

"We're siblings are we?"

She asked with a raised eyebrow once he let her feet touch the floor, when they were finally in the room.

He closed and locked the door behind him. Then he turned to look at her.

"Don't bother giving me that look. In public we will be. In Privet and once we get to Fairy Tail... No, we're lovers... I'm posing as your brother because I remember what your mother told me about the kind of magic your body is releasing. I don't want you to be raped, like she was..."

'No one would have his Wendy. And he sure as hell, wouldn't let anyone violate and hurt her the way her mother had been!'

She nodded, it seemed to make sense, posing as her brother would allow Mest to act possessive against other men, without much question.

He looked around the room, there was a bathroom.

"Now, about earlier, Mest. What hur-"

"Hey, Wens, let's take a shower."

He said as he took her hand in his. She blushed deeply. She'd never bathed with him before. He saw her hesitation and pulled her closer to him, nibbling her neck as he held her close.

She whimpered in pleasure and let him pull her into the bathroom. Once there, he stripped her clothes, and sat her on the sink.

"This isn't a shower..."

"Well, yes, that's true... We'll get there, soon."

He responded, dropping to his knees before her. He wanted to thoroughly remove the thought of his fever and pain, from her mind right now. He was fairly sure that it was nothing.

It didn't hurt, now, anyway.

Moments later. Outside the bathroom, in their empty bedroom her cries of his name could easily be heard, but nothing could be heard from the hallway that ran between the different rooms of the inn.

Over an hour and a half later:

Wendy leaned against the shower wall, panting. The hot water ran over her, still, overly sensitized (thanks to Mest) skin.

She was flushed, her knees were weak and her heart rate had yet to calm down. He'd started with her, at the sink. Then he'd carried her to the shower, and done it all over again, before finally letting them both get washed up. Now, he stood, completely nude, watching her as she tried to stay upright.

"Need me to carry you out?"

He asked, worried because she had yet to move. She licked her lips, her eyes darting down to his thighs and other parts of him... Blushing once more.

She remembered what he'd let her do to him.

When he noticed where her eyes were looking, he smirked knowingly, she looked away.

"Well?"

He asked softly. Waiting for an answer. She shook her head slightly.

"No, I'll be ok."

She said finally, tiredly. Still somewhat breathless.

"All right, I'll head into the bedroom to get some clothes on, then."

He said. She nodded slowly.

"Yeah, go ahead. OH! And please open the window! To let some air in."

She said and he smiled, waving his hand over his shoulder as he left the bathroom. She watched his backside as he walked away and her knees went weak all over again.

She ended up sitting under the shower, her body was still humming from the things he did to her moments before. She thought, that she was surely becoming somewhat addicted to him, his taste and his touch.

He got dressed, and then walked over to the window and opened it. There was a little balcony outside of it. He absentmindedly rubbed his left knee as he watched the city life outside. It was night by the time they even got to Hargeon.

But the town was alive with people and sounds and smells.

He stood up and stretched his back. He glanced at the ocean, wondering how they'd get a ship to go there. He didn't think that it would be too easy. Since, as it was, even the council, years ago, couldn't do much. They'd needed him to sneak into her guild to find the island.

Finally, he walked back into their bedroom, and sat the box, that Grandeeney had given him, on the bedside table. Faintly, he wondered why both of his shins and knees hurt as badly as they did.

He didn't notice anything wrong with them, while he was bathing... Or, was it, playing...? With Wendy just now.

He shrugged and flopped onto the bed.

He couldn't think of anything that he'd done to them... He didn't know that it was caused from kneeling in Grandeeney's blood, to help Wendy save her.

He fell asleep, trying to figure it out.

Wendy came out of the bathroom a short time later. Her legs finally not so weak that she was afraid to stand on them. She smiled when she saw him asleep. She went over and sat beside him, brushing some bangs from his face. Briefly, she wondered why he still seemed a bit warm and clammy.

Tomorrow, she swore that she wouldn't let him distract her.

After their activities a short time before, she was worn out. Too warn out to wake him up and argue... He'd likely just try to seduce her again, anyway.

So, she decided to worry about it later.

She lay down beside him, watching him sleep and soon, she too was asleep.

The next morning Mest still had pain in his shins. He groaned softly as he shifted when he started to wake up. Wendy blinked awake when she heard his groan of pain.

"Mest? Are you ok?"

He looked around at her, found her lying beside him. He gave up trying to hide it from her. He sighed, rubbing his legs, through his pants, as he answered her.

"Not sure, my legs hurt and they have since Grandeeney was almost killed. Maybe I slid in the blood and hurt them..."

He said, sleep still heavy in his voice, at that she sat up.

"Take your pants off."

She stated bluntly.

"Not now Wendy, I'm not in the mood for- OW! Hey! Why'd you hit me?"

He demanded rubbing his head where she'd hit him and shooting her a nasty glare over his shoulder.

"Because, I want your pants off, so I can look at your legs, Idiot!"

She snapped, turning red-she didn't think they could get his pant legs up high enough to see all that likely needed to be seen... Though neither was sure if she was red because of anger or embarrassment.

"Oh,"

Was his lame response, he got up and unhooked his pants, letting them fall to the floor, he stepped out of them and laid on the bed in his shorts, she blinked when she saw his legs, they were kind of red, but also they had a pearly quality almost like...

"Dragon Scales..."

She whispered in awe.

"Excuse me?"

He asked, sitting up and looking at his legs, sure enough, there were: see-through, pearly scales covering his skin from his kneecap down to the top of his foot.

"What the hell?"

He said, blinking at it, he reached down to touch it, but Wendy slapped his hand away.

"Wendy?"

"Don't do that!"

She warned, a bit nervous. She bit her lip.

He tried to think. He had to figure out how in the world this would happen. Then he snapped his fingers as it occurred to him.

"When I was kneeling in Reyna's... Uh... Or, rather, in Grandeeney's, blood, my pants were soaked through with it, when I got them off of my legs, her blood had soaked through to my skin. Maybe it has something to do with that..."

It happened quite a bit longer than only a few days ago... He knew it was likely that he wasn't correct... But still, He didn't know what else to think.

It was likely, that it could have taken a few days to show up. Possibly even triggered by him using his magic to get them to Hargeon. He knew damn well that he didn't have scales there before.

Not even the evening before when he and Wendy took their shower together,

Suddenly another thought occurred to him.

"Also, she, that is- your mom, asked me... If I got her blood on me. When I said that I had, she looked more worried and asked me how I felt."

Wendy's eyes widened and she handed him his pants.

"Put those on, I'll get the communication crystal, and see if I can ask her about this."

As he put his pants back on, she got the crystal out of the box.

She set it up, on the coffee table. Then, sitting in a chair, she placed her hand on one of the crystal's spires.

Then a moment later, she sighed. She was so worried about Mest!

She just couldn't focus.

He walked, lazily, over to her, and, bending over her shoulder from behind, he blew in her ear.

She yelped and jumped away from him, her eyes huge with annoyance. He chuckled, looking pleased with himself.

"Why'd you do that?"

"You weren't able to concentrate, you were too worried and stiff... I took care of that, feel better?"

He asked, sounding a little smug. Frowning deeply at him, she thought for a moment then slowly nodded.

"Yeah, I guess I do..."

She said, sitting down again. Mest sat across from her. She closed her eyes, put her hand on the crystal again and...

'Grandeeney? I need to ask you a question...'

She thought at the crystal, then opened her eyes, watching the feather suspended in the crystal.

'Wendy?'

She blinked, she heard it!

She looked at Mest, but he didn't seem to have heard it. He was busy wondering why he was still so hot, and if it had to do with the strange scales on his lower legs. His eyes were closed, he'd opened his shirt completely and she felt her throat go dry at seeing his bare chest.

Forcing her thoughts back on track, she looked back at the crystal. Supposing that it was some kind of telepathy, since he obviously didn't hear her mother.

'H-Hi.'

'Are you and Mest ok?'

'Well, yeah, sort of... I guess.'

Reyna had heard that tone of voice before, from her child. She could hear the worry etched clearly in it.

'What's wrong?'

'It... It's Mest. He- his legs were hurting, so I looked at them, and their red on the shins, like the skin is irritated... That's not the problem though, there seems to be a layer of dragon scales over the skin there, the scales are somewhat see through and pearly...'

There was silence, so Wendy went on.

'He said that you had asked him if he got your blood on him. And that's when he told you he had, you seemed annoyed... Or upset, maybe worried?

Why was that? The part of his legs in question is where he got your blood...'

She trailed off a bit, not sure if her mother could hear her since she didn't hear anything from her.

'G-Gran-! Mama-Grandeeney?'

She tried and then there was a sigh in her mind.

'I hear you, baby... I'm sorry- I was just thinking. Can you ask Mest if he had a cut anywhere the day I was injured? It's possible that he may have. And that some of my blood may have gotten into it...'

Wendy thought she sounded a bit sad at the last part.

'What would happen if he did?'

She asked a bit tentatively.

'Just ask him for me, please, darling.'

Wendy sighed and looked at her boyfriend, he'd been watching her silently, he was on the couch across from her with one arm thrown over the back of it and he looked rather relaxed. Aside from his sweating and seeming to have trouble breathing, she thought he looked rather sexy, at the moment.

He'd Turned her into a pervert... Or, maybe she was one to start with?

She asked him about the possibility of a wound, told him what her mother had said.

He thought about it a moment, then nodded.

"Yeah, I cut my hand & my knee got skinned..."

She had a confused look on her face. He sighed, running his hands through his hair, messing it up further as he sat up. That didn't make him look any less sexy.

'Keep your mind on track, Wendy!'

She scolded herself mentally. She'd have to ask her mother how long she'd be in heat, for. It had caused her hormones to take over her mind.

"When we were on the hill with the Wyvern..."

Her eyes widened at that.

"Oh, but... How did you get..."

He was shaking his head slowly. He didn't want to tell her how it happened. That made her want to know more!

"Mest."

He pushed to his bare feet and started to pace.

She watched him, getting more and more annoyed as the minutes passed.

"Mest!"

He stopped abruptly, startled. She watched him, as he looked at her direction, but not at her.

He jammed his hands in his pocket. Then he stared defiantly at the floor.

She sighed and got to her feet. Breaking her connection with the crystal, and her mother. She walked over and stood in his line of vision, he blinked, when he saw the tears in her large brown eyes.

He sighed again, his shoulders sagged.

"Don't cry Wendy..."

He whispered, he reached out and cupped her face, brushing the tears that had brimmed over..

She sniffled and looked up at him.

"Mest, why wo-"

He'd leaned down, and kissed her. It was a sweet kiss. Whimpering, she leaned into his hands. She kissed him back. A play of tongue against tongue, teeth, tugging softly at bottom lips and finally...

"I got the scratch..."

He finally whispered against her lips, as both were pulling out of the kiss, their eyes slowly sliding open.

"... When I fell on the ground... After you kneed me..."

He sighed softly.

"W... What?"

He could hear her voice quaver a bit. His eyes shifted, he away from her. Standing up. His hands went back into his pockets.

"Wens... My hand was scratched by a rock, that I landed on. And... My knee was skinned at the time, as well."

His eyes darted back to her pale face.

"That happened, when I fell, after you kneed me. But... I didn't notice anything, aside from some stinging in my hand and knee, at the time. I didn't realize it would possibly lead to something serious. The worst pain was in my..."

"In your groin..."

She said softly, he looked at her and sighed as he finally nodded. This was why he didn't want to tell her.

He'd been afraid that she'd blame herself. He was proven correct.

Her eyes widened. She backed up a bit, muttering that it was her fault. He made to grab her hand, thinking that she'd run from him.

But she collapsed to her knees... And started crying.

"Wens... Please, baby... Please don't cry."

He sighed and ran his hand threw his hair again, sitting on the bed, and watching her cry.

He doubted that she'd let him try to comfort her. She really liked to beat herself up over things like this, things that were NOT really her fault, or to be avoided.

So, he waited, watching her sob into her hands, with his own heart breaking, at the sight.

Finally, after quite some time, she quieted. She sniffled lightly. And looked up at him. When she did, she found him staring at her. She bit her lip and looked down again.

Then, gripping at her tunic, she looked back up at him. She found him still watching her, patiently.

But he looked unbelievably sad.

"We... We..."

She cleared her throat, because it was cracking and dry. Then she tried it again.

"We slept together the next evening. I didn't notice any-"

"That's because they both healed over night. I didn't think much of them at first. But, once I got us all changed, and once I got a barrier around us, I felt them stinging, and when I looked, the skin was healing up right then and there."

She looked back at him and nodded. She got to her feet quickly. And headed back to the crystal.

Her mention of that evening, after her mother was injured... He frowned, as he watched her head for the crystal. He had to tell her what happened.

"Wens...?"

She stopped and looked over at him.

"Don't feel guilty about it the scratches..."

She nodded, after a moments hesitation, then she started for the crystal again.

He clenched his fist. And called out to her again.

"And... Wendy...?"

She stopped again, glancing at him, once more.

"I need to tell you something that happened the night after your mother was hurt... Once your done talking to her... I'll tell you"

He said, he was going to tell her about kissing Reyna.

She nodded, worried. She could hear fear in his voice and smell the fear raising off of him, as well.

When she got back to the crystal, she relayed what he'd said, about the cuts, to her mother. Then she told her, that the wound seemed to have healed much faster than normal.

Though, she didn't tell her mother that he got the cuts, because she'd been pissed at him, and jammed her knee hard, into his manhood. She suddenly felt anger through her connection with Grandeeney.

'Mama?'

'Sorry, my temper just got away from me. I can't do anything for you from this distance. Just stay there a minute and I'll be in touch...'

She said and cut the connection, then she called out to Porlyusica

'What do you want now? I thought you said you'd leave me alone.'

Came the ill-mannered reply, Grandeeney laughed to herself and responded.

'I need you to have someone from Tenroujima go and get Wendy and Mest Gryder, they are at an inn in Hargeon port town. I can only communicate with you and Wendy long distance, and now- Mest, at short distance.'

'Gryder? Isn't he that spy from the council Why wasn't he assassinated with the lot of them, by those damn demons? He's the one who left Wendy and the others on the island to die, isn't he?'

'It's complicated 'Yusica. But no, he did not intentionally leave them to die, he suffered greatly because he couldn't help or save them.

For many years.

Now he and Wendy are together... Romantically. Don't ask me to explain that, he's not a pedophile either, though.

They will explain if you ask once they're on Tehrou... I need someone to get them though, because, they were going to charter a ship to get close enough to see the island. Then, once they saw it, he was going to teleport them from the ship to the island.

The problem is, he is now unwell and it may affect his magic... Please Porlyusica?'

She then explained that she also would need her to heal Mest when he got to the island. She reluctantly agreed and then Grandeeney thanked her and called out to Wendy.

When her daughter responded, She told her what she and Porlyusica had spoken about and Wendy agreed.

The whole time this was going on, Mest had gotten bored. So he leaned back on the couch, his head, feeling a bit foggy. He supposed it had to do with the fever.

Finally, when Wendy had completed her contact with her mother, she looked over at her lover.

"Mest...?"

He blinked again and looked at her. She didn't like how out-of-it, he seemed. She went over and sat down beside him.

He sat up straight as she rested her hand on his forehead. He was burning up with fever.

She bit her lip and was about to pull her hand away, when he grabbed her hand. She blinked, looking at his face.

"Wendy, I said I had something to tell you..."

She sighed softly.

"What is it?"

"I kissed Reyna."

She froze suddenly and looking at him, she pulled her hand from his grasp.

"What?"

She asked again, thinking this was some kind of joke. He sighed and moved, suddenly she was pinned under him, as he looked down at her.

"I made love to you, the night after she was injured. Then, I slipped out of the futon and got dressed.

I teleported away. I wanted to think.

I was still feeling incredibly guilty, about... Us."

She just looked up at him, her eyes huge.

"A while later, Reyna came after me, wanting to be sure I was alright, since it was strange for me to leave the tent, like that. When she started talking to me... I..."

He sighed, pausing, as he rested his head on her shoulder breathing in deeply. Enjoying her scent. Finding it overwhelming and relaxing.

"The feeling of guilt became overwhelming. I know you're not a child. But, your appearance, it was enough to trigger a spell..."

He said and lifted his head, looking at her again.

"However,"

He said, he was now telling her the part he was most frightened of telling her. The fever was making it hard for him to focus, he had a feeling he skipped saying something important...

"Before she noticed the spell... Before she could remove the spell, that the council had placed on me... Wendy, I'm sorry. I'm... I'm so sorry. I pinned her to the rock we were sitting on... And... I kissed her."

"Kissed her?!"

He nodded stiffly.

"Kissed her..., how...?"

He looked pained by that question, instead of telling her, though, he dipped his head down and crushed his lips to her in a somewhat forceful, open mouthed kiss, his tongue thrust into her mouth and he invaded her senses briefly. Then he pulled back, she was gasping for air under him. She felt tears stinging her eyes.

"You... You were with me... Y-You... We... Together...!?"

She said, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

"And then... After, with me... You kissed my MOTHER? You kissed her like THAT? After making love to me, just hours before!?"

He nodded, moving off of her, to let her get up if she wanted. She sat beside him a moment, then she got up.

"Where are you going?"

He asked, truly concerned.

"I need to finish telling you what ha-"

"Out!"

Was all she said, her voice sharp and full of hurt. Then she ran for the door to their apartment, he cursed his own existence.

"Wendy! Wait! I need to tell you-!"

*SLAM*

He trailed off as the door was slammed closed behind her.

He cursed himself, because he'd hurt her. And because he was stupid. He was stupid on SO many levels.

Then he got up, planning to go after her. But when he tried to teleport, he found that he couldn't.

He got dizzy and felt ill, instead.

So, ignoring his churning stomach, he started to run after her.

To Be Continued...

Necessary Disclaimers Section:

I claim no ownership to the anime, manga or the characters.

I just love the anime and the manga.

I am making no money, whatsoever off of this. This is a story by a fan, meant for other fans who love it as much as I do.

Copyright/Ownership- The anime and manga of "Fairy Tail" and it's other related animes and mangas.

Copyrighted by Hiro Mashima and all other entities that are involved with the creation/publication of the anime/manga.

~*~Windeen~*~

~*~Windy~*~