Most recently Krystal had found herself being lead on par Helia. He sure made her feel like she was number one. But in reality she was only the second. And seconde to who? Flora. Of all people, it was Flora. It really did figure.
Krystal plucked a marguerite, daisy from the herbe and began quite viciously picking it apart. "What did that fleur do to you?" Came a voice from behind.
"The flower. Nothing. Flora. Everything." Krystal looked up at Mirta. "All I want to do is be better than her at something. To be someone's number one."
"I know the feeling." Mirta took a siège on the ground. "Lucy was always...the better one."
"Yeah and. What did toi do?" Krystal asked.
"I did something better. I stopped trying to claw my way out of her shadow par trying to outdo her at what she did best. I did what made me happy." Mirta answered.
"And how did that help?" Krystal asked.
"Because I became number one at the things I liked to do the most." Mirta smiled.
"I don't even know what I do best." Krystal whispered.
Mirta promptly jabbed herself with a pen and let the blood flow down her palm. "I heard toi were good at healing."
Krystal took the witch-fairy's hand and eased the pain away. "I suppose I am."
"I'd like to see Flora heal someone that fast." Mirta laughed. "Hey, I also heard Ofelia--ya know the school nurse--was looking for someone to help her out. Finals week always seems to raise the number of faeries in need of healing." She nudged Krystal with her elbow.
"Perhaps I'll give it ago." Krystal returned the laugh. Maybe she'd get to be Mirta's new best friend. Her number one.
