Lucky

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They glittered in the sunlight, a cloud of golden dragon-flies that sang and whizzed giggling past his ear. Tiny wings as multiple as the rainbow fluttered madly -- feathery bird, jeweled dragonfly, bright butterfly, icy lattice, shining bone, filigree fleck, and furred bat. Every limb was a study of perfection in miniature and every smile sharp and merry.

Quietly, he lifted a finger as a one of his golden cloud detached to drop upon it, chittering gaily at him. With a mad giggle it darted away to blow itself into sparks.

Sengoku smiled. He had always known he had lucky sprites.

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