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Terence
Posted: Feb 16 2012, 05:05 PM


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Translucent wings fluttered rapidly as Terence soared across Summer Glade, laughing merrily. He had gotten off work early enough to participate in his favorite fairy game, Fairy Tag. There was a twist this round, as since one of the garden talents had insisted on paying hide and seek instead, they decided to compromise and mix the two together. The dust keeper himself didn’t mind; he was generally easygoing about the rules, anyways, and he was simply glad to have some pure fun for a change. Given that he hadn’t had such a nice break from his duties for quite a while, it was refreshing to be able to zip to and fro with his peers. The stress built up from the past few weeks seemed to be beaten away in time with his wings’ silent clapping, and he was able to focus on finding a good hiding spot while Prilla counted.

He hummed in thought as his calculating blue eyes scanned the area. He briefly considered the pile of acorn caps a tinker had left to the side of a tree, but that would be the first place anyone would look for him; the stack was thick enough for a sparrowman to hide within it unnoticed, but his choice of hat wasn’t a common accessory among the residents of the Hollow and was easily picked out from a crowd. One might reason he could take the hat off for the game, but no self-respecting sparrowman went anywhere with his fashionable

There was also a nice bunch of sunflowers clumped together across the clearing, but he didn’t want to risk hurting any of Rosetta’s prized plants. He shuddered at the mere image of the sassy fairy getting angry; the infamous Clank vs. Petal Paint battle was still a sore subject for those involved even five springs later.

The tiny burrow home to the bunny family Fawn had introduced him to the week before? No, the mother rabbit had been wary of him after his less-than-gentle play wrestling match against the littlest kit (even though the furry monster had won!). Besides, if his previous opponent wanted a rematch, he would have high-tailed it out of the hole, anyway. The animal had made it out with less than half the amount of bruises and scars Terence had. He had staggered back to the depot with bruises so numerous he was temporarily dubbed “The Blueberry.”

The pond? No, he couldn’t hold his breath for that long. The tree? No. That unusually large rock over there that looked like a turtle? The dust keeper listed several more options in his mind, head twisting side to side in search of the perfect hiding place.

”… 29, 30, 31…!” Prilla’s voice called out with an amused giggle, jolting him out of his mental debate and causing him to jump a centimeter in alarm.

He was running out of time to think. Frantic, he took the liberty of darting into a thick bush until a better hiding opportunity presented itself. Although he was not certain if another pixie had hidden within the leaves as well, he had naturally assumed that the bush would be made up of, well, leaves, like any bush in Pixie Hollow (or anywhere on the Mainland) would be.

Thus, needless to say, he was rather shocked to come face to face with a sharp thorn, the narrow tip barely missing his nose.

Letting out a loud yelp, he scooted back an inch, studying the almost-culprit of his face being morbidly stabbed through with wide, bewildered blue eyes. What in Neverland was that thing doing there? Yes, he had seen a thorn before on the island, but never had it been bigger than his head! Since when have these been around Pixie Hollow? He may have narrowly avoided this, but someone else may not be so lucky. He was going to have to talk to Rosetta about this, after the game was over…

The game. Terence had nearly forgotten about it in his near-death experience. This patch of razor-sharp thorns was a good hiding place, since no one in their right mind would want to squeeze their way between the dagger-like objects just to win a game of fairy hide-and-seek. He could have stayed in there forever, and no one would even want to try and find him in this spot. However, he slowly began to feel guilty about it; he felt as though he was somehow cheating by hiding in the deadly thorns. So he decided to find another place to hide out in. If he were caught in doing so this late in the game, he wouldn’t mind.

Weaving his way back out into the open, Terence was puzzled to find himself no longer in Summer Glade, but a clumsy-paved pathway one could find on the Mainland. A quaint brown fence traveled parallel to said road, and although he knew he was no longer anywhere near Pixie Hollow, he spotted several of the same brightly colored flowers and grass within it. Tall trees towered over him, and in the distance he could make out a field of various crops, a creepy-looking statue with straw poking out of its sides guarding it protectively.

Now he definitely knew no one would be able to look for him in this hiding place.

How did he get here? Hoping it was just some magical fairy plant that unexpectedly teleported him to some random place on the Mainland, he turned back around to try the opposite side of the briar patch only to see tens of more feet of the thorns stretching out farther than he could see. He frowned, unsure of how to approach his dilemma. He supposed the sure-fire way of returning to Pixie Hollow was to follow the Second Star to the Right once night had fallen, but he knew he didn’t have nearly enough pixie dust left to make it all the way there. He might have been able to make it to the First Star to the Right, but no fairies dwelled there and he would have no supply of dust to ration.

He was stuck there. Panic gripped his heart as the reality sank in; unless some Never-fairies changed the season there soon, he might not survive by himself. He could eat the crops out on the field, sure, but who knew what kind of dangers would threaten him in this foreign territory. He was a lost sparrowman.

Dismayed, he floated over to the fence, perching himself on the bottom rung. Terence placed his head in his hands, trying to form some sort of strategy for survival.
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Posted: Apr 6 2012, 11:11 AM


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Charlotte had been so excited when she heard she and Big Daddy were going to go on a trip somewhere! She loved going places with her father, mostly because he didn't make her stay along during his little discussions, and she was able to go exploring through the towns, window-shopping and meeting new people. Hopefully, this time Big Daddy would be going to Europe or Britain and doing exchanges with royalty, so that she could maybe meet, well, a prince…although at this point, Lotte was thinking she might have to settle for a duke. A duchess was certainly better than being a…wife to Travis, at least. Lotte had bigger goals than that!

Unfortunately, the place they were going was nowhere close to the vast kingdoms and empires Lotte had been hoping for. It was actually quite the opposite. Charlotte didn't understand why Big Daddy had to do sugar business out here in such a boring, rural area! There were hardly any stores around here, and Lotte's favorite part about traveling was always browsing the new fashions of the different areas, and seeing what sort of trinkets they had there. What did they have here in the deep south? DUST, and grass, and trees!!! Hardly what Lotte would call a good party. She was whining and fuming and wailing in the carriage, although it wasn't Big Daddy's fault at all, and finally, he decided that it'd be best if they took a little break. The horses need water, anyway. The carriage stopped off to the side of the road by a farm, and Lotte went for a walk by herself, brandishing her pink parasol as she dragged herself along the red sooty path. Finally, she stopped by the fence, failing to notice the sparrowman roosted upon it, and plunked down against it with a great big sigh, as if she had just found out something catastrophic, instead of the mere fact that this town had no decent stores, or even people. Everyone looked like they were always working.

"Why would anyone wanna live out here?" she mused aloud to herself. "It's just about as interesting as watching a banana take a nap!" Lotte began to use the point of her umbrella to etch into the dirt, making a little drawing to accommodate her vision."If I was the queen of this lil' ol' town, there'd be music playing every day, masquerades every night, and…and thousands of little shops!" It really wasn't anything unique--more like a description of her life in New Orleans. This town's only saving grace was the carriages, because Charlotte found riding in cars repetitive now and then. But even that was only so-so, because their carriages weren't the pretty types with gold filigree, but giant, wooden ones that made Lotte feel like livestock!

She finished her rather childish sketch of a mixture between a royal city, with a castle where she'd live, and just plain Louisiana. Lotte drew back, dropping her head against the fence. "This place is gonna be the death of me!" she exclaimed, feeling so trapped in this place where she was without friends and a proper wardrobe. She couldn't remember why she agreed to come at all! "Oooh, WHERE'S that fairy godmother when you need her?!" All those princesses in the fairytales always had it easy. One tear, and some form of magical help would instantly be on its way. Lotte's fairy godmother was surely lazy, and there was no such luck here. She couldn't even wish on the evening star, because it was still bright out!

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Terence
Posted: Apr 6 2012, 10:58 PM


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Terence was so distraught by the confusing turn of events that it wasn’t until she sat down in front of him that he noticed the clumsy woman. Tensing up, his heart skipped a beat in trepidation as his mind quickly racked through every logical solution to his predicament. Fairies and sparrow men were not supposed to be seen by clumsies – especially the bigger ones – for they may be captured or even squished by them without warning. The only fairies allowed contact with the Mainland inhabitants were Prilla, whose talent involved encouraging the belief of fairies in children, and Tinker Bell, who befriended the little girl Lizzie during one of her summers at Fairy Camp. Everyone else steered clear, too terrified of the possible results and, in extreme cases, even royal punishment to bring themselves to be as brave as Tink and Prilla were. Terence was fond of adventure, sure, but even he was wary of being in contact with a clumsy he didn’t know.

Fortunately for him, the clumsy remained unaware of his presence, too caught up in her own dilemma to pay enough attention to spot him. Despite this, the dust-keeper decided to stay on his perch, not wanting to risk attracting attention to himself. Listening to her rant in an accent that reminded him strongly of Rosetta (not to mention her brightly-colored outfit, which seemed to have sprung directly from the garden talent’s thick closet of unnecessary outfits), it was plainly obvious she was just as thrilled to be stuck here as he was – if not less so.

Confused by the subjects of her complaints (since when did bananas take naps? He wasn’t even aware they had the capability to do anything!), he was only able to vaguely infer that she didn’t want to be in this particular place because she was extremely bored. Glancing around him, Terence marveled at the idea of being bored in such a place. There were plenty of flowers to smell, tall trees to climb, and all kinds of wildlife to play with. Were clumsies such sad creatures that they couldn’t find enjoyment in such things? It was almost sad.

After the poor clumsy had thoroughly described her dream redesign for the area, she finally just settled on screaming about death and a fairy godmother and –

He froze. ’A fairy godmother?’ What in the Second Star was that exactly? He had never heard of such a fairy before; perhaps it was a talent? Having been in Pixie Hollow longer than he could even remember, he knew every talent there was in existence. He knew there were no such thing as a ‘godmother’ talent. So what kind of fairy was it? Searching his brain for any clumsy terminology taught to him by Tink, he remembered a mother being defined by the jealous pixie as someone who “cooked dinner, patched up pockets, sang people to sleep, and wrecked happy homes.” He also remembered a “god” being some almighty being who held power over the clumsy world. Piecing these two bits together, he came to the horrifying conclusion that somewhere out there, there was an all-powerful home-wrecking fairy who cooked dinner for this inexplicably-bored clumsy. He paled; he would have to inform Queen Clarion right away of this danger…

… If he ever made it back to Pixie Hollow, which seemed to be turning out as a lost cause, as he didn’t even know where he was now and where it was in relation to Neverland. He sighed, sending a stray strand of yellow hair up with his breath. There was really no visible way to get home, unless he somehow mustered the courage to confront the crazy clumsy lady who had a pet home-wrecking godmother. ’I should probably just stop imagining that,’ he determined in hopes of saving what was left of his mental health.

In any case, he realized that his only hope was that this clumsy could direct him home in the daylight somehow, and that she wouldn’t sick her fairy godmother after him in her boredom.

Sucking in a big breath, Terence forced himself to rise up into the air a little closer to the clumsy’s range of hearing, ”Um, excuse me?” He hoped he was loud enough for her to hear him...



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Posted: Apr 27 2012, 10:19 AM


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Charlotte was in the middle of taking a big ol' yawn, fanning her gloved hand in front of her mouth, when she heard a voice. She was promptly startled by it, for she hadn't noticed anyone around her when she made her stop, and she instantly whipped around, looking for the source. It didn't take the blonde long to see the fairy floating in mid-air beside her. Lotte let out a huge gasp. "Oh…my goodness," she started, eyes as wide as saucers as she leaned back, taking it all in. "Is it real?" Lotte pulled in closer, examining the sparrowman, and once she saw her eyes weren't deceiving her in this horrible patch of dirt, she let out a shriek, hands fluttering excitedly by her face. "--butter me down and call me a biscuit, you ARE real!!!" she exclaimed. "As real as a plum in a pudding!!! OOOooooh!" Charlotte lurched forward, unable to contain her true excitement because LANDSAKES, it was a FAIRY! A real live fairy, right in front of her!

"I could just…I could just hug ya 'n kiss ya till I turn blue!" she laughed, but then sobered up, recalling the memory of what happened to the kitty she had loved a little too much. "But I won't, of course." she held up a hand to stop herself. "You look more delicate than my great grandma's ankles, sweet pea." Lotte shook her head.

"Still," It didn't take long for her smile to bloom back onto her face. "I can't believe you're really here!!! Big Daddy was always tellin' me not to get my hopes up all willy-nilly, but you're HERE, you're really HERE!" she squealed. "About fifteen years late--" she narrowed her eyes a little. "--but you made it anyway!" Lotte grinned, clasping her hands together. "OH, we've got SO much work to get to, sugar drop!" She was lucky it was a fairy, and not a genie. Because although Lotte would love to find a magical lamp, her life needed a lot more than three wishes, and as far as the stories told her, a fairy's magic was just boundless! She moved to sit on her knees in front of him.

"All right, you better start takin' notes! I'm gunna need a bonafide prince, a new royal wardrobe, a beautiful, sparkling pink palace, a royal garden, a--" Suddenly, Lotte leaned forward. "--you know, I wasn't expecting you to be a boy!" She tapped her chin with her finger. "But I guess time's are changin'!" she shrugged with a laugh. Girls were doing more manual labor, so why couldn't boys do more…non-manual labor?! Seemed just about right! She leaned in a little closer for a better look at her fairy, having an appreciation for fashion as always. "--'n look how cute you are, with your lil' ol' boots and your acorn hat!" she gushed, before Charlotte went right back into her list again. "ANYWAY! And a swimming pool with, um, dolphins, and OH! MERMAIDS, too!" Wouldn't that be fun?!? She was sure this fairy could do it, magic had endless possibilities after all! "A unicorn too!" She was just going WILD with this opportunity! She didn't want to miss a thing! The most important thing, however, was--

"And the very last thing--for now--would just be going home," Charlotte nodded. "This place is as interestin' as waitin' for a brick to sprout feathers!" And Lotte knew how boring that was! "And at home, I have all my reference books!" Which naturally meant her fairytales, where she could make sure she could wish for everything she needed to be a proper princess. "So we'll just start with these wishes for now, buttercup!" she beamed at him.



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