Just a Flicker

He was shy, to which Tiger Lily couldn’t help but smile wider. She would never admit it aloud, but the small creature was endearing, and seemed rather sweet. She knew from experience that all fairies were not, in fact, sweet, and anyone would be a fool to think otherwise. Still, he didn’t seem to be overly like his brethren. For that, she was grateful. She didn’t much care for the prickly, tempestuous things on the whole, especially when they got enraged at you for picking their wild berries or almost stepping on them. As if she did it purposely…honestly!

Puck was not your ordinary fairy, he definitely felt like he had a better control of his emotions, especially since he was able to to control his love for Tinkerbell for so long. He was able to conceal it, and no one knew. He wished people did know, but he was proud of the secret because it didn't encroach on the blond fairy's happiness.

"M’not being glum, m’just sitting here."

"Then smile a bit."

Stitch nodded understandingly. There were quite a few questions people asked her that she couldn’t quite answer. Just because she was a Lost Girl it didn’t mean that she knew about all the happenings of the Lost Children or Peter Pan’s motivations. Even when people asked her questions about herself the girl wasn’t all too sure of the answers. Stitch was still not completely sure of who she was or what she wanted but the more she thought about it the more confused she became.However, there were many things that she was sure about but in her experience people rarely asked questions about the things she knew. 

Puck had to agree with her statement. But at the same time he didn't want to. He saw tall ones hide easily all over, he saw them hide in plain sight, using camouflage. He hated that because then he couldn't tell if someone was there or not. 

Looking between the little fairy and the woods around him, it was almost easy to imagine he were trapped in one of Sweeney’s books. The lack of Theo at his side and the pain in his chest were easy enough to remind him that none of this was a fairy tale, and there would be no ‘Happily Ever After’ a the end. Shifting his bags higher up on his shoulder, he continued walking, not really caring if the fairy followed him or not, “Perhaps.”

Puck was no longer behind one leaf, but flitting between a couple. Sometimes staying behind just one leaf was rather difficult. Puck looked at him, "Really, what for?" he asked. He had figured that the man was a pirate, he was certainly human, and he was to old to be any child Peter brought back, and he didn't have the air the Devils had about him. Since he was to old to be someone Pan brought back he couldn't have been a wanderer either.

It wasn’t often that Rowan took the time to wander through the forests, preferring to remain aboard the Jolly Roger—it was easier to forget when he had the sky above him and the sea below. He’d been sent to gather supplies this time around, though, perhaps because he’d been so silent lately—he didn’t really care. He highly doubted the others did either, choosing him simply because he was the first person the Captain laid eyes on, who knew, but here he was, trudging through the woods and trying to remember the path his feet should take that wouldn’t lead him to certain death. Slowing to a halt at the faint glow he could see coming from behind a tree, Rowan simply raised a brow at the small mop of hair that appeared above a leaf. “A village.”

Puck focused on the man more now, walking through the forest. He was trying figure out what he was doing in the forest without really asking. It was one thing to ask where a person a person was going, but another to figure out what they were doing. He saw a bag or two, the man surely wasn't camping, no it had to be something else. Puck startled when he had a response, "A village?" he asked, the only village he could think of was the Picanny village, "You're going to the top of the Neverpeak mountain"

"Really? Anyone?" she asked. "Does that mean you’ll answer them though? That’s the most important part of the question though, the answers that is." The girl rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop herself from chuckling softly at his response. "It definitely looks like you’re flying," Stitch agreed. "It must be nice to be able to fly, to be able to move quickly and pretty much disappear behind things." If she envied anything about the fairies it was their ability to fly. She was sure that there had to be some downfalls to being a fairy as there seemed to be negative aspects of almost everything in life. Although she was tempted to ask the girl decided to save that question for another time. "Were you flying anywhere in particular before I came along?" 

Puck nodded, not like she could see him, "Of course, I try to answer, though most of the time I don't know the answer." Puck wasn't a fairy that was in on all the secrets of Neverland. He was just an average fairy that had an infatuation with Tinkerbell and had been around since a little before the time of the original lost boys. He knew how the pixie dust worked, but he didn't know any great big secrets. He wasn't really that important, but he liked it like that, no stress, just off to live his life.

Puck crossed his arms, and definitely disagreed, after all he had been on Neverland longer no. "No," he stated matter of factly. He was beginning to like the girl, but he didn't know if he could trust her. Trust in tall ones, for him took a very long time, and that meant if she ever wanted to see him she'd have to be patient. Hangman's tree, so the girl was a lost child, he could see that, he didn't take her for a devil. "Anyone can ask me questions," he responded. He wasn't not going to answer questions, he appreciated curiosity, if he didn't he might be a bit of a hypocrite. "I'm Puck," he replied, flitting to another leaf, one that was a bit lower, but in sight of the girl. His glow could be seen from behind. "And I am flying, what's it look like?" He hadn't really been doing anything, exploring, taking a break that was all he had been doing. But he was flying right now, and he had been flying before.

A fair portion of his secrets came trickling down to him as fragments of color, snippets of sound, and portions of histories whispered to him through his pets. For serving as both a member of Hook’s crew and Adelaide’s cursed spy, Jukes relied heavily on his army of serpents, lizards, and tarantulas to see and hear what he could not. However, every now and then, Jukes took the time to see for himself. To clarify and reaffirm everything that his pets were telling him. It was why he was halfway up the tallest tree he could find in the clearing, straddling the thickest branch for support, as he looked out to spy on all the forest’s creatures.

Puck recognized the man, but the name was escaping him. Not that it matters, sometimes he really shouldn't speak. it was horrible really, when he wasn't in control of his tongue it got him into trouble sometimes. But that was if you got him to talk, he might have been a fairy to not like to be seen, because that was embarrassing, but he still talked. Except right now he was regretting it.

There was no greater pleasure for Tiger Lily than climbing trees, and the opportunity to do so was more and more rare these days. She knew she was quite good at it, and it also being yet another thing her father forbade her from doing, the activity was all the more appealing. Her discerning eye was able to catch a glimpse of something flitting about, to which her mind told her it was unlikely to be any ordinary creature. Smiling despite herself, she climbed down, eager to get closer to the creature. She hadn’t seen many fairies lately, and so she was curious to greet this one. “I was headed farther up the tree, until you spotted me,” she said with a smile. “Are you looking for someone?”

The Lost Girl watched him curiously as she’d never properly spoken to a fairy before. She chuckled softly as he hid behind another leaf and she took a small, quiet step closer to him, careful not to get unnecessarily close. “And I asked you back. Whatever happened to girls going before girls? Doesn’t that mean you should reply to me first?” Stitch asked. She’d always found the idea of girls going before boys just because they were girls utterly riduculous. However, she wanted him to answer her first and it was amusing attempting to get him to do so. “Why do you want to know?” she asked.

The girl walked amongst the trees, her feet kicking up various leaves with each step. She carried a stick behind her that she let make a mark in the ground in case she were to get lost. Although Stitch enjoyed spending time by herself she knew that she should return back to Hangman’s Tree sooner rather than later. As she turned around the begin her journey back a flash of movement caught her eye and she frowned as she began to slowly walk towards the source. If he hadn’t have spoken Stitch would have thought she’d simply imagined seeing something. “Does it matter?” she asked back, stepping closer towards him. “Where are you headed?”

Puck had not been expecting an answer, sometimes people overlooked him cause he stayed hidden. He flitted to another leaf, this one more in the line of sight of the girl. He could have just hovered around, but he had been told that doing that hurt people's necks, so he only did it to people he knew, because they could suffer hurt necks, those were the ones that wanted to see him the most. "I, well, no, not really," he stuttered out, as he peaked out again before going behind the leaf, and finding a bigger one he was much more happy to hide behind. When she asked the question, he had to think for a moment, because he wasn't really going anywhere in particular. "Come on now, I asked you first."

Just a fair warning. You would be surprised at how many tread too closely to the edge of the water and think that they see treasure at the bottom.

I'm not a bird who's attracted by shiny things, nor do lost things take my fancy. Besides I know you mermaids and your game.

"But you’re the only flea I like! And Tink, well, I’d rather not have her in my mouth. She can be utterly fearsome, I admit"

"Doesn't mean I want to go inside your mouth. What, why? I mean, yes, yes she can, but I like to think its part of her charm. After all you still like her don't you?"

I know enough.

Right, yes. Sorry.