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‘Ya could also hitch a ride on a fairy. Or, maybe wait ‘til the ‘ol Roger actually gets ‘ta movin’ ‘gain. ‘o knows when that’d be, though, seeing how the capt’ hasn’t left ‘er quarters. I beg ‘yer pardon? Forget me already, ‘lil blondie? I see how ‘tis. Two can play this game. — What is this dreadful creature before me? Oh, my Hook.. Could it really be? Is it the rare, majestic Wendy-bird? No.. Impossible. Not nearly pretty ‘nough. Maybe it’s one of ‘er kin? Speak now ‘o else I’ll throw ‘ya to Mr. Green.
Those darned fairies. The ones that would be willing either hate me or don’t care enough to move, and the others have to ask some kinda leader first, which never ends the way I want it to, therefore well. Hm. D’you think Artemis would? I could mop decks, or something. Find a way to pay you all back. Though, of course, I don’t know who you are. You can’t forget someone you don’t know, y’know. Not a Wendy-bird! Similar. An offspring. A hybrid, even. The real question is, though, what are you? Are you bird, yourself? Never heard of a talking bird. An alien, creature from outer space? Hm. Hmm. Hmmm.
Still tryin’ ‘ta leave, huh, Janey?
It’s become a routine, I figured that I might as well follow it. Any ideas? I’m running out, Becky- no. Who are you? I have no - ha - clue. Nice to meet you.
‘Course you can’t even in Neverland you can’t do things that silly.
Not without the help of a lot of magic, at least.
Mm. Well. I didn’t have that advantage, still don’t, and ended up being the fool that thought she could find a loophole home, even after all those other times. Silly indeed.
Warning, it is practically impossible to create a small balloon from leaves, let alone a big one - as in, hot air balloon big. You’ll only become frustrated and sad.
I made Christmas pud.
You could always give the presents to some of the Boys or the fairies. Or even the pirates, and I guess the mermaids.
But… it’s… it’s, it’s my brothers present, and my Mum’s.
I mean, it’s nothing special, so I guess I might. No…
I made Christmas pud.
It’d be a happier Christmas without those lousy Christmas carols that make my ears want to bleed.
Siiiileeent niiight, hoooooly niiiight… erm, we wish you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New… Year!
I made Christmas pud.
Hung up some garlands. Found something that looks… a bit like a tree. Wrapped some presents. Shame they’ll never be delivered.
Happy Christmas.
@Jane
Of course not! Then it wouldn’t be a surprise, silly!
Home? Like, back with the humans? How can you miss it when you’re here in this amazing place, Jane? They don’t even fly there!
Boo. I can’t stand the suspeeense.
I’ve never wanted to fly, not even when I was little. This place doesn’t have the things I want, the things I need, like my family. I want to grow up, Traber. I’ve always wanted to grow up, I can’t wait, can’t wait to be old.
@Jane
Nah, you’ll love it!
Flying?! That’s great! It’s fantastic, it really is.
You can’t give me a small hint as to what it is?
I can practically smell it. Home, I mean. That brilliant, sooty smell, fills up your lungs and clouds your vision. Miss it, it’s weird, that I miss it. Ha.
