Sage Skye

“Oh God, that does sound a lot more concerning than a tiny body for sure. I wouldn’t want to see a human sized person flying around,” perhaps he wasn’t used to looking up to check for predators and his instincts were kicking in or perhaps the idea just seemed grotesque. “That is the cutest shit I’ve heard so far on this island,” he scoffed. Sleeping on a flower? Sounded straight out of a fairy tale. Maybe those deserved that name.

“I can’t say I’ve ever worn one of those,” because that wasn’t expected of him, and Sawyer followed heteronormative laws out of habit and a proper concern for being judged for standing out. It was bad enough that he was this tall. It was strange, how he feared the gaze of strangers, yet had made a point of being noticed by his peers.

“Not at all. I’m used to being around naked men,” that sounded both arrogant and weird, and Sawyer felt an urge to specify. “I played football, and I was in the swimming and the track and field team. People in those sports don’t care much for walking around naked in the changing rooms,” because there wasn’t much place for modesty there.

“Anything? Cause I could ask for help on my next Sustainable investing project. You’re all about nature, aren’t you?” But that didn’t mean he knew a thing about stocks,  ESG factors or even impact washing. Then, Sawyer might have been in a teasing mood with his question. Something ticked him tho. “I can assure your there are clothes that are not itchy. It’s all in the fabric and the cut,” he explained.

“It would be very scary, but there are beings that are human size flying, but their wings don’t look like pixie wings. Some of them are white wings, like angels, but reapers have black wings. Have you see someone with wings?” He asked.  Sage laughed; “Flowers are the most comfortable things to sleep on better than beds and bees are sneaky so watch out for them.”

“You’ve never worn one?” He asked a bit surprised. He knew that humans didn’t walk around with flowers all around them like Pixie’s did, but he knew it was popular these day for them to wear them now. “I have to make you one now, please, can I make one for you?” He begged.

Sage was glad he wasn’t making the master uncomfortable, it was the last thing he wanted after he had been so nice to him. “Okay that is good. I’ve been a lot of naked people as well, but I didn’t do sports, but I like swimming.”

“No, Sage,” Dhani put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I’ll walk you back to the cells if you want to, but you don’t–” He gave a small sigh. Sage was so sweet. He hated the idea of him thinking he deserved to be punished. And if they were caught walking back to the cells they would be for sure.

“Come back with me. I’ll text Leib and let him know. We’re not gonna get in trouble if we’re not caught, okay?” Dhani reached up and wiped Sage’s tears away. Hopefully he was just crying because he was scared for getting caught outside curfew and not because anything terrible had happened. But it wasn’t a conversation for out here. He picked up Sage’s hand, pulling him to stand, keeping a look out. “C’mon, Sage, we gotta be quick.”

Sage shook his head when Dhani offered to walk him back to his cell. He was fine with getting into trouble, but he didn’t want to drag his friend into it as well. “No no, I will be fine,” he assured him as he got to his feet, pressing the dirt off of him. He must have been outside a lot longer than he thought.

“Oh, Italian…” Ana nodded before letting out a small laugh. “It’s okay, it’s okay! I am not angry. You don’t have to be sorry,” she added with a wave of her hands. Seeing the male look of discomfort, Ana reached out, patting the top of his head gently and smiled. “Don’t be upset.”  

“Yes, Italian, sorry about that. I slip into it sometimes,” he explained. His English had improved so much since coming to the island, but there was still times where it failed him. “I should have been paying attention, Mistress.” Sage said, he was a bit upset over possibility harming someone. Sage grinned when she pat the top of his hand. “Oh thank you.”

Delphine Ball’s Side Effect For Sage.

Mentally and Physically 18.

“Shit, you really can get that short?” Somehow that was even more terrifying than the thought of people surviving on human blood smoothies. Something about the science behind it, or lack thereof, was what troubled him. How could you rearrange your atoms to fit into something the size of a butterfly? “Mmmh, must be weird though, being this size when you spend most of your time being tiny,” and Sawyer, standing so tall, couldn’t precisely relate, or rather, could relate in the way that nothing ever was made for people his height. “Yeah, I guess I did grow up to be tall like a damn tree,” he agreed with light laughter.

He shook his head. “Nah, it’s just. I didn’t want to get my white shirt dirty. Those are a bitch to clean. You didn’t … need to strip down, though I appreciate the solidarity here.”

As he started to get down from the tree, Sawyer looked up at the other. “Heh, you already admitted that I was the best, so there’s not much else I could ask for,” slipping his shirt back on, he smiled to himself. “What did you have to offer? I could call it a raincheck for whenever I need your help with something, heh?”

“Of course I get really tiny. It would be very weird to fly in this body.” He liked his body, it was still tiny, but being human-sized has it’s perk, mainly that he could have sex with people in it. “It get weird sometimes, I miss being able to nap on a flower or race a bee. I’ve been in my human form for 60 decades gave or take, so I’m used to it.” He was even used to not having the option to change.

“I can make you a flower crown? Trees have flowers in them and if you are a tree you must have them,” He concluded. “Do you have a favorite flower?” He asked.

Sage looked down at his basically naked self. “Oh. I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. I don’t like clothes, I hate them, they are so itchy and hot,” He said with a slight pout.

While the other listed off species (some which sounded made up or very much not human looking), Sawyer nodded politely in appreciation of Sage’s experience on the island. Humans really seemed like a rarity here. “Well you can add me to your list of humans then,”  he finally commented. No point in hiding it. No point in pretending he was something else either. Sawyer would just find a way to make the best of his situation, like always. “A …. pixie? Like tinkerbell?” Which maybe was the most insulting thing he could have said, but then there were many characters you could compare him to.

“Heh, you seem pretty chill,” a bit too quick to ask for assistance, sure, but there was such innocence to Sage that Sawyer wondered how this island was treating him. “Possible. My sister is quite creative, I don’t really burgeon like that,” he had ideas, but Sawyer’s thing was never to create.

If Sawyer had stripped to trousers and sleeveless white tees, it was in an attempt to keep his clothes as clean as possible, his white shirt especially. While he could have just gotten a new one, he was never taught to be wasteful. “You don’t…” need to do that. Not that he’d complain about getting a better look at someone.

“I guess I’ll add that to my resume : finder of figurative pathways,” there must have been a way to make it sound catchier yet, but what did he say about creativity? “I’ll go get your shoes. You’ll be ok getting to the flowers?” He should assume so. The hardest part had been done, and Sawyer was already getting up and holding on to taller branches to get to the pair of shoes.

The first one was easy to get to, and Sawyer took no time to free it and toss it down by the other’s clothes. “One down, one to go.”

Sage giggled, “I don’t actually have a list of humans I met. I might have a list of all the species I knew but I thought it would be rude to write down names, but all the humans I’ve met been so lovely.” He didn’t want him to think he didn’t like them because he enjoyed humans so much, they were so interesting and their lives were so different than his. “Yes like Tinkerbell, but as you can see I’m not really tiny right now.” He give his collar a little tug. “Makes me human size the whole time,” he didn’t mind it so much.

“Chill? No one has ever called me that, thank you.” He liked being considered chill. He relaxed a bit more since coming to the island, still eager to please and be the best for all the masters and mistresses, but he could have fun. “And you were the tree one,” he teased. He was a insanely tall man.

“I don’t need to what? Did I do something wrong?” He asked a bit confused, the last thing he wanted was to upset the nice master that was helping him. Sage forgotten that it wasn’t as normal to be naked all the time.

“I don’t think other humans will enjoy that as much, but I think it is a lovely skill to have. Maybe say something like prodigy of finding or something, I’ve never had a resume so I’m a bit lost on what to put on one,” he said a bit sorry he couldn’t be more helpful. Sage made sure he was safe on the branch before grinning up at Sawyer. “Yes, I will be okay.” He said picking a few flowers. He didn’t want to them all just a few to make some gifts for his friends.

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A rainbow. It wasn’t something she get to see when she was back home. Even here on the island, it was a first time seeing it in such a view. Ana was mesmerized, a look of wonder as she stood there captivated by the colors filling her vision. She didn’t want to leave- standing there in the open and not noticing anything else around her. When she did felt the collision, she let out a yelp, moving her gaze away to look at the male standing in front of her. “Mi…? I don’t understand.” 

Sage flushed. He was embarrassed to have not notice someone and even more so when he saw it was a Mistress. He duck his head slightly, “Sorry, I umm, slipped into Italian. It means I’m sorry, which I am, I didn’t see you there and I didn’t mean to umm, bump into you. I’m sorry,” he rambled.

“I’m okay.” Dhani said with an obvious note of worry in his voice. He refrained from mentioning he had been actually looking for Sage. No one he usually hung out with had seen him in a few hours and Wat had done a bit of a search with no luck. Dhani shouldn’t have been out past curfew either. Leib wouldn’t be happy. On top of that he wasn’t supposed to bring home anyone without permission, not staying overnight more than once a month.

He moved to kneel next to Sage, “What’s going on? Why are you out here? Come with me, let’s go home. I’m sure Leib won’t mind, just for the night…”

“Oh, that’s great. Really, I’m happy you are doing well,” he said trying to seem as cheerful as well as cheerful as he normally was, but he knew he was failing and it just made him sadder. He was happy for his friend, he liked when people he cared about were doing well.

Wilder pulled back slightly, looking at Sage in disbelief. “He told you?” he asked with a scoff. He felt his stomach drop, wondering what the hell Wat would have told Sage and then he took the other’s hands and looked at him with a deep frown. “What did he tell you Sage?” he asked seriously. 

“He didn’t go into a lot of details. He told me you two were lovers and he left and took that knife which meant a lot to you. And he said you are one of his favorite people and he hurt you and he’s sorry but doesn’t know how to tell you and get your forgiveness,” he told him, looking down at their hands. “I can tell he hurt you a lot and you are very upset, but he does seem very sorry and sad and you are sad, so won’t talking help, so you both aren’t so sad?” He asked.

“Species?” Sawyer paused, without really meaning to, and his eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. “You’re not human then?” This was still a foreign concept to him, and if he’d picked up the other’s accent, he didn’t think at all of where he came from, further than where he was born. “Wow, that’s…. a lot of siblings.”

Sawyer shook his head. “I thought it means annoying, or nuisance,” he joked, although something about his fond smile indicated that he truly cared for his sister. “I believe my name means woodcuter…. I wonder if my parents did that on purpose, in a circle of life sort of … idea,” he doubted that, but he didn’t put it above them either.

“Yep, you probably can see it through the leaves over there,” he pointed in that direction before he straddled a large enough branch and bent over to catch the other’s hand. “That’s no trouble. I used to do some rock climbing every summer, just hold onto that knot in the wood to pull yourself up,” he glanced toward the growth in the trunk and then back at Sage. “I’ll try to finish the job and get you up there.”

“Yes, do people not ask you a lot since you came to the island?” It was hard to gauge what species someone was with his collar so he understood why people asked the question. “Oh no, I am not human at all, not that I don’t like humans, I like them, but I haven’t met so many since being here. I met a werebear, vampire, werewolves, hell hound, unicorn,” he rambled before realizing he didn’t answer the question. “I’m a pixie, sorry that’s what you asked,” he said. “Yeah there was a lot of us our community was small and my favorite made up most of it.”

 Sage blinked for a few seconds, before he realized that he was making a joke. He laughed, “As the youngest, so I think I was the annoying and nuisance one.” It was the reason why he left home in the first place, he didn’t want be a nuisance anymore. “Maybe they did, my parents cared a lot when it came to our names, but we are pixies and names have meaning.”

Ever could feel his mood lifting just having a pixie in his home. Pixies, like unicorns were part of the old world. They weren’t magical like a magic user. They were magic. At least that was what the elders taught to the young unicorns. As long as the creatures of the old world roamed then magic existed. It felt a bit overblown to believe one’s existence was responsible for keeping magic in the world, but on the other hand he could always feel a difference when he was around that old world magic. Ever quickly filled a cup from the ewer he kept in the icebox and pulled out a plate of thinly sliced startfruit and then returned sitting in the other chair and placing the items on the table. He felt quite properly humanesque. “Have you lived in this place for very long? Oh, or are you from here?” He didn’t know, but it seemed likely that pixies lived everywhere there were growing things. 

Sage made a lot of friends on the island, and he adorable them so much, but he was already in such a better mood just from being around Everlasting. He never realized something was missing until just now, someone like him. It was exciting and he was so glad to make friends with the unicorn. Even with his collar the magical aura around Everlasting was calm and made him happy. Sage grinned widely at him when he returned with the drink and fruit. “Oh they look even better in person,” He said, grabbing a slice of fruit and trying a piece. “It taste amazing,” he grinned. “I’ve been on the island for a little over a year, I’m from Pixie community in Italy and then I lived with masters in France before coming here. Have you been here long?”