Week One: Monday Who: Kissy and Axel When: Flying Class (mid-morning) Where: Flying Class
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The Faerie Princess and The Demon of Mid-Morning *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter 1.5
Last Week. Disaster. Kissy had arrived all sparkle fresh, perfecting her M&M cookie smell in morning class (where she got in trouble for asking people to identify what she smelled like). If she had played it off, she thought, she could start all over again with the new teacher and somehow eke it through the rest of the semester. Between the class and her family it was like a rock and a hard place.
But it had been horrible. Even Tuesday when she'd brought actual cookies he'd just given them to other people. Kissy had been going on and on about how horrible the class was for her. All of Axel's bellowing. The way his eyes glinted a little red when he looked at her and how he dominated the light of the sun when he was near her. He was so huge and hulking. Someday his hair was going to set on fire FOR SERIOUS.
So she'd had to pull out a little bit. Just the tiniest, itty bittest flying. Like, a little spurt, then she had to make a big show of looking soooo tired (and scared). Every weekday mid-morning was a ball of anxiety for her. She worried about going to the class, she worried when she left it about the next day. With every passing class, she was sure she was going to ralph (eww!) one of these days.
Imagine then, her trepidation upon stepping up to the enclosed flying class area. She swore he had gotten bigger over the weekend. Did demons inflate with passing seasons? She didn't know. It was possible. Her plan was to wear shirts cut down the back to bring her wings into play. Just practicing her wing-work! she'd say whenever he came close.
There she was, beating her tiny wings like a champion. Her ankle got cold as he came near, his huge shadow trapping the chill of the coldest months within them. His presence carried pure dread! Augh! She was flapping so fast and smelt and tasted so sweet, anyone near her got a strong whiff of pastry. It was so fitting, because she was totally cooked! "Just practicing my wingwork!" She announced, trying to sound peppy and motivated as she could feel him getting nearer. Go wings! go!