Entry tags:

tigerlily, tinkerbell

Who: Tigerlily and Tinkerbell
When: When Tigerlily was younger
Where: Neverland
What: First meetings
Rating: Low
Status: In progress

Mama and Papa had been fighting again.

Tigerlily had lost track of what this one was about. Something something teaching something something revenge something something. She was pretty sure her name had come up once or twice in the fight but she wasn't sure that it was entirely about her. Honestly, Mama and Papa fought all the time and Tigerlily had long stopped getting concerned about it. It was just how they talked to each other.

Now if they drew swords on each other, that was when you got worried. But usually that only happened with a few very tense subjects, and they both knew not to bring them up in front of her. Not that Tigerlily didn't spy, but... today didn't seem like it was going to be one of those days, so she'd gotten bored fairly quickly.

She'd slipped off the ship when no one was paying attention to her. It was sloppy on behalf of the crew, but how else were they going to learn if she didn't teach them? She simply believed that she was on the shores of the island rather than on the deck of the Jolly Roger and poof, it just sort of happened. The island had a magical current of energy that ran through it, and though Tigerlily tried to teach the others how to make use of it, they never seemed able to make it work for them the way she could. It made Mama and Papa nervous - one of the few things they could agree on, actually - but Tigerlily couldn't help herself sometimes. It begged to be used, called to her like a mermaid's song. She tried to be careful, she did, but today was not one of the days when she'd been successful.

She loved Neverland, sometimes. There was a beauty within the danger that was exclusive to this place. Papa told stories of other worlds, worlds that had beauty that she could only imagine, but form his descriptions she didn't think anything could rival this island. But during the day, when the sun was shining and clearly outlining the traps of the Lost Boys, and the plants and wildlife you wanted to avoid... Tigerlily felt more at peace here than anything.

She was wandering along, taking the time to smell the (nonpoisonous) flowers, and generally trying to enjoy herself. But maybe she wasn't paying as close attention to her surroundings as she should have been...