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Nikita's incident with Silver Leaf had unexpectedly left her mother in a rage, yelling at her daughter to act more respectfully towards the "imp". Nikita had no clue what her mother had meant by an imp. 'Is that a type of dancer?' Nikita wondered.

After returning home that day, Nikita's mother sat her daughter down and told her all about subspecies, appalled that the child hadn't learnt about this in school. Nikita listened with confusion, struggling to make sense of it all. Finns had gills that could let them breathe underwater, Quills had special wings so they could soar, and Imps with their slim bodies had incredible magic potential. It should have been a simple theory to understand, yet it just didn't click with Nikita.

"Wait- if Imps have to be treated so highly, shouldn't I talk to other subspecies like that?" the green wyngling pressed her mother with questions.

"Child, Imps are the rarest of all wyngro, they are almost extinct. Other types of wyngrew can be found anywhere and everywhere but there are very few Imps that walk this land".
Nikita furrowed her brows "I still don't get it. They have all of those different features that are "unique" but every wyngro does, right?" Nikita rested her chin on a claw.

"Everyone looks different, it's kind of hard to tell if they're a special type of gro..."
Nikita's mother raised a paw to her head with a sigh and tried to open her mouth to speak but Nikita jumped in with more words.

"Besides, wouldn't anyone be able to do all of those things with practice?"
"What?" Nikita's mother gazed down at her daughter's eyes with frustration.
"If I tried, I'm sure I could dive just as deep as a finn and learn just as much magic as an imp, and if I had a pair of wings I'm sure I could fly just as high as a quill, with practice! All it takes is a bit of work, right?".
Nikita's mother stared down at her child with wide eyes. 'How could her daughter be this naive??'.

"My dear, let me put it like this: yes, wyngrew are all different but sometimes there are gros who are so different that they need to be treated as such. Of course you must never stop acting kindly to all but for those extra special wyngrew, you must be extra kind as they possess abilities far greater than your own. No matter how much you practice and work, you'll never be able to match their natural skills".
Nikita slumped down "oh...".

Her mother's tone suddenly softened and she leaned in tenderly "Do you understand, Nikita?".
"Yeah... I think so,"
"Tomorrow when you go to the nook, perhaps you can try to identify between subspecies, eh?"
"Yeah, maybe..."
"Run along now child, I shall call you for dinner later," with that, Nikita's mother turned away leaving the green wyngling in her room.

Nikita gazed up from the floor to her window, tangled streams of thoughts swirling in her head.

'No-one has ever asked me to speak differently to them. Have I ever even talked to a special kind of gro? Everyone looks so different, how can I tell??' Nikita curled up on the wooden surface, feeling a slight headache form at the back of her head. Why was this so hard for her to understand?

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Nikita's incident with Silver Leaf had unexpectedly left her mother in a rage, yelling at her daughter to act more respectfully towards the "imp". Nikita had no clue what her mother had meant by an imp. 'Is that a type of dancer?' Nikita wondered.

After returning home that day, Nikita's mother sat her daughter down and told her all about subspecies, appalled that the child hadn't learnt about this in school. Nikita listened with confusion, struggling to make sense of it all. Finns had gills that could let them breathe underwater, Quills had special wings so they could soar, and Imps with their slim bodies had incredible magic potential. It should have been a simple theory to understand, yet it just didn't click with Nikita.

"Wait- if Imps have to be treated so highly, shouldn't I talk to other subspecies like that?" the green wyngling pressed her mother with questions.

"Child, Imps are the rarest of all wyngro, they are almost extinct. Other types of wyngrew can be found anywhere and everywhere but there are very few Imps that walk this land".
Nikita furrowed her brows "I still don't get it. They have all of those different features that are "unique" but every wyngro does, right?" Nikita rested her chin on a claw.

"Everyone looks different, it's kind of hard to tell if they're a special type of gro..."
Nikita's mother raised a paw to her head with a sigh and tried to open her mouth to speak but Nikita jumped in with more words.

"Besides, wouldn't anyone be able to do all of those things with practice?"
"What?" Nikita's mother gazed down at her daughter's eyes with frustration.
"If I tried, I'm sure I could dive just as deep as a finn and learn just as much magic as an imp, and if I had a pair of wings I'm sure I could fly just as high as a quill, with practice! All it takes is a bit of work, right?".
Nikita's mother stared down at her child with wide eyes. 'How could her daughter be this naive??'.

"My dear, let me put it like this: yes, wyngrew are all different but sometimes there are gros who are so different that they need to be treated as such. Of course you must never stop acting kindly to all but for those extra special wyngrew, you must be extra kind as they possess abilities far greater than your own. No matter how much you practice and work, you'll never be able to match their natural skills".
Nikita slumped down "oh...".

Her mother's tone suddenly softened and she leaned in tenderly "Do you understand, Nikita?".
"Yeah... I think so,"
"Tomorrow when you go to the nook, perhaps you can try to identify between subspecies, eh?"
"Yeah, maybe..."
"Run along now child, I shall call you for dinner later," with that, Nikita's mother turned away leaving the green wyngling in her room.

Nikita gazed up from the floor to her window, tangled streams of thoughts swirling in her head.

'No-one has ever asked me to speak differently to them. Have I ever even talked to a special kind of gro? Everyone looks so different, how can I tell??' Nikita curled up on the wooden surface, feeling a slight headache form at the back of her head. Why was this so hard for her to understand?

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