“Of course I’m going to eat it all…unless you’d like some of it. Then I would share, because I’m not a pig or anything. Honest!”. He gave Marie a huge smile, showing his sincerity. “Now, I would bring my brother, Raggs, a doggy bag home, but he’s not fond of seafood, so I will stop and get him a pizza before I head home. Raggs loves pizza! He’d eat it every day if I let him!”. Whip chuckled, “Kids, you have to watch them every minute!”. At 17 years old, the handsome, young pixie was only four years older than his brother, but it made him feel like an adult to speak of taking care of the younger teen.
It was the way that she pulled back when he advanced, that told Whip that Marie was a lady; he also loved the way she placed her hands in her lap, all dainty-like. The young pixie smiled a bittersweet smile when he thought just how much his mother would have taken a shine to Marie. Sitting up straight, Whip tried to listen to the lovely selkie and set aside the thoughts of his mother; he didn’t want this evening to become a sad event.
Barely breathing and his eyes closed, Whipper listened to every word Marie spoke, as she described her life in the sea; it was all so magical to him. “It sounds wonderful, Marie!”, he exclaimed. Then, with an ornery look, he leaned forward and whispered, “Do you know how hard it was to contain myself from dancing around the table, singing ‘Under the Sea’ from ‘The Little Mermaid’?”, he winked, “I refrained just for you!”.
“My life? The life of a pixie, you mean?”, his voice sounded excited and, was it a trick of the flickering candles or, were Whip’s pointed ears actually twitching? He crossed his legs in the chair and hugged his knees, “Pixies dance and sing and we help humans. We love humans, except the bad ones, of course…those we prank. We take good care of nice humans. We play in the forest and we band together to fight trolls. Pixies love to have fun…Yep, we help humans, prank and have fun”. He propped his chin on his knees waiting for Marie’s response.