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Kairi, Aisha's Daughter
Home realm: Andros
Birthday and age: July 18, 2017, age 16
Hair: Wavy like her mom's, but only a few inches past her shoulders; chestnut brown
Skin tone: Brown. Lighter than Aisha's, but darker than Flora's.
Fairy of: The ocean
Personality: Kairi is athletic like her mom, but she favors water sports. However, her favorite activity is building sandcastles, which, while not a sport, she is the self-proclaimed master of. Rarely was there a day spent on Andros when Kairi was not out swimming with her friends.
Kairi also shares her mom's slight tomboyishness. In fact, she's worse than Aisha ever was, as Kairi will not wear a dress or skirt unless she can put pants beneath. Even then, there must be a good reason, such as a fancy occasion. Otherwise, any attempts to put Kairi in a skirt will result in a lot of attitude coming o
List of Bloom-Only outfits
Dresses when shopping (worn in Episode 103)
Motocyclist (worn in Episodes 123 and 124)
Dresses when shopping (worn in Episode 301)
Omega suit (worn in Episode 317)
List of Winx OutfitsSeason 1
Casual Dance (party from episode seven)
Snowsuit (Domino Suit)
Explorer (field exercise from episode four)
Back to School
Love and Pet
Chapter 3: Amichix Forms
It's evening, and Roxy has just completed her first week of classes. She's excitedly telling her father over the phone about her new friends and how Alfea is going. She's tired, but overall, she's glad she came.
"Have you heard you heard from the Winx?" Klaus asked.
"Yes, Dad, they're off on their own missions," Roxy answered.
"And the guys?"
"I don't know about the specialists, Dad," Roxy told him. "They're probably training at their school or helping the Winx."
"No, sweetie," Klaus said. "I meant have any put their eye on you? Being as beautiful as you are, you have to be on guard. I'm not there to protect my little girl."
"Dad!!!" Roxy's face reddened with embarrassment. "I'm 17! I stopped being little four years ago!"
"Sure, if you say so," Klaus replied with a chuckle. "I have to go, Roxy. Good night."
"Night, Dad!" With that, Roxy hung up the phone and sighed. "I'm not little," she muttered to herself. "I haven't been little since..." She glanced down at her chest and let out a g
Chapter 2: Never Alone
Kadysha stood nervously before the gate of the enormous college. She was on her own now. Jacey had gone off to Red Fountain. Kadysha wished he could've walked her inside, but he would've been late for his school's orientation. Kadysha had been certain she was ready, but she was having second thoughts again. What if she wasn't as good as she thought? What if she didn't fit in?
She thought back to when she and Jacey exited their flight. He kissed her forehead and embraced her for a few minutes. Kadysha wished he could've held her forever. Nothing felt better than being in Jacey's arms. When he let her go, he gently held her shoulders and spoke softly to her. Jacey always lowered his voice when he knew Kadysha was nervous, as it helped to calm her.
"Now, listen," he told her. "You're going to have a good day. You're going to be alright. But if you feel overwhelmed or too anxious, check your text messages."
"Why?" she asked.
"Just check them," he answered. Kadysha smiled, and they kissed e
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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