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I believe in pixies...(Effie)
Spreading her wings, Tink soared through the day like a breath of fresh air. She hadnt gotten out as much lately and since the Opera house was under construction the pixie was without a lot of places to go.
She had been keeping to the manor mostly, playing in Christine's garden mostly to pass the time. Christine had said a long time ago that it wasnt safe to leave the manor, but a pixie couldn't stay away from the world for too long. Pixie's were known to break rules and get themselves into trouble. Tink was especially susceptible to impish tendencies especially because she honestly was without a proper guide.
Without a Pan, Tink did as she pleased (something she usually did anyway with or without a Pan), which was how she ended up hovering over the park. Her wings flitted merrily, coating the grass in pixie dust.
"Butterfly!" Tink beamed and chased the insect through a tunneled slide, around a tree and through a few flowers. But butterflies weren't as much fun as her big friends, Christine and Enigma.
Tink usually wasn't one for women, she despised Wendy but without a Pan to compete for and no other options for friends Tink had no choice other than to be lonely. There were no Lost Boys, no Indians....she would've even settled for a mermaid but they didn't have those either.
So Tink befriended the two women, one whom she saw daily and the other whom she hadnt seen in quite a while.
Giving up the chase of the butterfly, Tink zipped into the air and headed for the place she remembered Enigma being. The large, scary building with the word STARK on it in big letters. She wasnt sure what a Stark was, but maybe Enigma could explain it to her.
Tink flew to the tower, through an open window and looked around at the room. Slowly, the pixie travelled. Her large blue eyes took in everything and she tried to remember the last place she saw her friend.
"Enigma?" The voice was like a bell, and instantly she was greeted by a loud voice which caused her enough fright to fly to the nearest object and hide behind it.
"Welcome back, Ms. Bell," the AI chimed merrily.
Tinker Bell peered around the fabric seam of the pillow she had ducked behind, looking for a face to put to the voice.
She had forgotten about the strange voice.
"Enigma?" The name was used again but with more of a nervous question this time instead of the usual confidence. She would wait to see of anyone appeared, and hope that nobody wanted to harm her. She wasnt very large and she had only been in this building a hand full of times.
Tink wondered if her friend was even still around here, and why it was so hard to find her. Frustrated, the pixie stomped her foot on the surface of the plush couch and emitted a soft huff.
She had been keeping to the manor mostly, playing in Christine's garden mostly to pass the time. Christine had said a long time ago that it wasnt safe to leave the manor, but a pixie couldn't stay away from the world for too long. Pixie's were known to break rules and get themselves into trouble. Tink was especially susceptible to impish tendencies especially because she honestly was without a proper guide.
Without a Pan, Tink did as she pleased (something she usually did anyway with or without a Pan), which was how she ended up hovering over the park. Her wings flitted merrily, coating the grass in pixie dust.
"Butterfly!" Tink beamed and chased the insect through a tunneled slide, around a tree and through a few flowers. But butterflies weren't as much fun as her big friends, Christine and Enigma.
Tink usually wasn't one for women, she despised Wendy but without a Pan to compete for and no other options for friends Tink had no choice other than to be lonely. There were no Lost Boys, no Indians....she would've even settled for a mermaid but they didn't have those either.
So Tink befriended the two women, one whom she saw daily and the other whom she hadnt seen in quite a while.
Giving up the chase of the butterfly, Tink zipped into the air and headed for the place she remembered Enigma being. The large, scary building with the word STARK on it in big letters. She wasnt sure what a Stark was, but maybe Enigma could explain it to her.
Tink flew to the tower, through an open window and looked around at the room. Slowly, the pixie travelled. Her large blue eyes took in everything and she tried to remember the last place she saw her friend.
"Enigma?" The voice was like a bell, and instantly she was greeted by a loud voice which caused her enough fright to fly to the nearest object and hide behind it.
"Welcome back, Ms. Bell," the AI chimed merrily.
Tinker Bell peered around the fabric seam of the pillow she had ducked behind, looking for a face to put to the voice.
She had forgotten about the strange voice.
"Enigma?" The name was used again but with more of a nervous question this time instead of the usual confidence. She would wait to see of anyone appeared, and hope that nobody wanted to harm her. She wasnt very large and she had only been in this building a hand full of times.
Tink wondered if her friend was even still around here, and why it was so hard to find her. Frustrated, the pixie stomped her foot on the surface of the plush couch and emitted a soft huff.
