Dear Santa, People don't believe me when I tell them I've been ever so veryvery good. I know that you know better, because you are Santa Claus and you are veryvery good about lists, just like Jack Daw is veryvery good at stories and I am veryvery good at eating sweets
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[See Zia spin around in circles, like a puppy trying to catch its tail. Except in her case, she's trying to get a better look at the black wings that have suddenly sprouted on her back. Spin spin spin spin spin -- until finally she falls over, dizzy and giggling madly.
And then she's up again and chasing her wings once more.]
[Anyone passing by the Fountain will be treated to a strange sight -- a young girl playing in the fountain. Sometimes doing cartwheels, other times just splashing about, giggling wildly
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Zia is a bit of a klepto with no understanding of privacy. She likes to "borrow" shiny things and wander into any apartments that look interesting, and though all her friends have tried to explain why that's wrong, she just doesn't understand. She's cute as a button and older than the world itself -- she gets away with it
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