Philamena's Guintion In The Kingdom Of Icebirds

In the Kingdom of Icebirds, lived Philamena and her mom, Frost. Philamena was pure white with a tint of blue. Her wings glistened like ice crystals in the sun. Philamena was a cheerful icebird. She enjoyed exploring the Icebird Kingdom. Sometimes she and her mom would take a stroll around the kingdom. Frost was ice-blue, with a coat of thin, transparent, feathers. One morning, Philamena was getting ready to start her day. “Remember to finish your breakfast before you leave, Phila,” said Frost serving her two pancakes with maple syrup. Then Frost served herself some pancakes, and sat down beside Phila. “These pancakes are delicious,” said Philamena when she finished her pancakes. When she had finished her pancakes, Frost said, “Remember, you
When she looked through the window for the fourth time, she saw glimpse of orange. The orange dot moved closer and closer revealing the silhouette of a bird. Philamena dashed down the stairs and threw open the door. “Flare?” she called squinting at the orange silhouette. “Philamena?” called the silhouette approaching the house. “What are you doing here,” asked Philamena. She hesitated, then asked, ”Would you like to come in?” Flare nodded, and Philamena ushered her in. “Oh my,” said Frost, “Are you a firebird?” Flare nodded. “Phila, could I speak with you” said Frost. Then she turned to Flare, “Please excuse us for a moment.” Frost and Philamena stepped out of the room. “Phila,” said Frost, “You know that you shouldn’t be friends with a firebird. How many times have I told you this?” “You never told me anything about that,” answered Philamena. Frost paused then said, “I told you this
“Philamena, why are you playing with a firebird?” she whispered. “Oh, she’s my friend, Flare,” said Philamena. “It’s just that firebirds aren’t allowed in the Icebird Kingdom,” said the icebird lowering her voice. “Oh,” said Philamena, “Who are you, anyway?” “I’m Ice, your mom’s old friend,” said Ice. “I’m Flare,” said Flare. “Nice to meet you, Flare,” said Ice, “See you later!” “Bye, Ice!” called Philamena and Flare. After Ice had left, Philamena said, “Let’s go explore the cave!” The two birds flew over to the cave that they had been to earlier. Philamena looked around her. “The whole cave is covered in crystals,” she remarked. “And it’s shaped like a huge dome,” added Flare. “We can call this cave ‘Crystal Dome’,” said Philamena, as the two birds wandered deeper into the cave. “Look at this crystal,” remarked Philamena, reaching over to the crystal, “It’s blue, and it’s shaped like a flame. It’s very smooth.” “Really?” asked Flare, reaching over to feel it. As soon as both birds’ wings touched the crystal, the crystal began to glow. Then a flame appeared around them, and they