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Tinker Bell (tink_says) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Not really magic, no," she said, sighing, wiping her eyes. There was no use in continuing to cry. This woman had been fairly kind to her, and it seemed that she actually wanted to talk to her. Obviously, River had not gotten the memo about Tink, and she was secretly glad for that. Shifting slightly, she hugged her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them. "There are fairies who can do magic, but not me. I'm just beautiful and really good at fixing pots." She hadn't told anybody here about her former occupation. She hadn't done it in a long time, and she didn't want people to think her common.

River's question was a good one, but Tinkerbell simply shrugged. Was there even an answer? It was just... "Well, it's just because. That's how fairies die. It's not something we tend to think about, but it happens. Someone says something like that, and then BOOM! A fairy's gone. Forever." Tink had died once. But not like that. She'd been saved, though, by all the children of the world clapping and saying that they did believe in fairies. Unfortunately, that had been magic; the children didn't remember afterward.

"What are you doing here?" she asked out of the blue. It was a sensible question in her mind. She'd thought she was alone. River's thoughts on death were a little too deep for the fairy to grasp.