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High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I'm not alive. It is your strength which determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I'm never thrown.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
Everyone has it and no one can lose it, what is it?
I am a fire's best friend. When fat, my body fills with wind. When pushed to thin, through my nose I blow. Then you can watch the embers glow.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?