Devlyn chuckled softly to himself as the children giggled in delight. Behind him, he heard his friend Argus grumble something about "annoying brats." Devlyn had always been intrigued by human children; and not in a demented or perverted way, as some would assume. It was simply curiosity and amazement. They were so resilient. They were fascinated by the smallest of things, like the blue butterflies he was creating now. The magic was simple, but that didn't matter. The children stared at the magic butterflies, all wide eyed and amazed. A few chased them as they flew away; returning to as the magic and butterflies faded, begging him to create more. Even in the poorest of situations they were always full of hope, often seeing the best when an adult could not.
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