InsaneJournal

House hunting is hard when you are 4 inches tall. (Tink, city street, Open to Harley)
After her mysterious love affair in the park, Tink finally got her mind to right, or at least the parts that were right to begin with. Right for fae is very different from right for the vast majority of other creatures in the world or in any world. She had fallen in love with a strange man who was not unlike the Lost Boys of Neverland. It had not been love though, in the end she recognized the smell of magic all over their affections. Still it had been nice having such an fling, it had quite brightened her new arrival to this sentient city.


Now the little fairy was back to her usual, moving from place to place looking for something suitable to call her own. She had been through a magic shop but sneezed herself silly when she walked behind the bottles of herbs. She had left there before stopping to meet the proprietors.

She buzzed through a rather nicely set up apartment where a dark haired man lived. The thick scent of smoke hung in the air and the feeling of something not exactly magic but not human hung over the place. Tink had paused here, soaking in the oddity of the feeling...it was unlike anything she had felt before, it was like something divine.

Briefly the glowing pixie had flown around what the inhabitants had called a 'ship' though it was like no ship she had seen before. The hull was metal, no figurehead, no sails. It didn't even soar up to the sky when she pushed at it. It smelled of grease and metal and all things grown up. There was one pretty small space with colorful cloth and flowers and sweet thick smells. But there was no place here to call home, too much hustle and bustle to be comfortable.

The search was a bit off putting and the little fae sat on the arm of a sidewalk bench near a small cafe. The sun was just starting to set, still some hours of light but already her glow was lighting around her. Tink sat, delicate chin cupped in her palm and she heaved an exaggerated sigh. She would sleep in a birds nest again for the night, tomorrow her search would begin again.