I immediately got up to help her. I knelt next to her and made damn sure I didn't step anywhere near that slippery gelatin, I learned my lesson.
As I was sitting her up, I questioned, “Are you okay?”
She nodded, “Now I know what it feels like to be shot.”
Celestia hummed, “Well she is my daughter.”
We laughed as I recalled the day Amora was in my tree, how she fell backwards or any day she caught me in my room half-naked as she failed to exit. Amora's mom, Celestia, it makes me feel a lot better knowing Amora had more of her traits than her father.
“Oh my God, Celestia!” Stacy said running up to us with Thor in her arms, “What happened?” She asked.
“I'm fine, thanks to this young lady … uh … Oh I do apologize, what did you say your name was, dear?” she looked at me sorrowfully.
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