Tinkerbell (youmustbelieve) wrote in inkworld, @ 2013-07-02 16:25:00 |
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Who: Tinkerbell and Dustfinger
What: Warming up the little fairy
When: The morning of the Winter overtaking the land.
Where: The rode outside of the village
Rating: PG?
Status: Locked /Incomplete
Tinkerbell hadn't been fond of the mermaid lagoon upon awakening in this foreign land; for the mermaid that had been encountered had in-point of fact, been luring Peter in with a song, maliciously, to eat him. EAT him. And where had he gone soon as the winter freeze had blown in, taking over the land. Without warning, nor with kindness to the forest that Peter and Tink had been nestled into for what was unmentionable weeks now.
The little fairy had ran-out of dust a while ago, being completely cut off from Pixie Hallow, within Neverland. In the time before that had happened, both the little tinker fairy and Peter had ventured out of the forest and found a small village. However the grown-ups had been reason to stay away, the forest was after all home anyway to both the boy and his faithful fairy companion.
When the freeze had come in, Tink was traveling up upon Peter's shoulder as she'd come familiar with doing without the ability to fly. But then a fight took place and she found herself climbing the trees; for Tinkerbell wanted to immediately return to the tree-house that the two had built within the the forest not too far off. For being a creature that wasn't able to travel in the cold without protection. Peter however wanted to go the other direction … to the mermaid lagoon.
Tinkerbell had gotten into the tree-house, and as quickly as the little tinker's hands could move, fashioned a winter outfit to protect her wings. But the little thing wasn't able to seal up the tree house from the snow, and freezing breeze as it blew into the house. For she couldn't reach high to the windows, without flying. And had nothing anyways to make a difference in covering any. The fairy still angry with Peter cursed his name as she wrapped herself tightly into the makeshift bed the boy had made himself.
The little fairy drifted into a sleep that she figured would be the final rest, frozen to death in a place not her Neverland, without her Peter. But not long after a raven that had been trying to find shelter from the cold, grasped her tiny frame and carried her with him to the village were he would find warm buildings. The bird, who wasn't any normal bird, more intelligent and filled with a magic from a different realm. (Which is how it found the tiny fairy recognizing the familiarity, and felt the strong need to save her) Flew towards the rode leading to town, finding a loud boy and trailing far behind him another. A man that sparked interest in the Raven, and the bird fluttered above him with the fairy delicately grasped in his talons. Squawking at him, but not very loudly to drawl others attention.