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It didn’t make a lick of sense. Cardinal was not a complete moron. The quiet boy was far from the honor roll, mostly being too annoyed by homework to bother with it, but he could add 2 and 2. Or, at least he’d thought he could. According to the odd little volume that dropped right before him in the library without any visible force, it equaled 78, however.

Flipping a few more pages, the youth’s brows rose ever higher, mouth screwing up to the side. Smack dab in the center of A March Collection To Curio spread an even more curious map. At that point Cardinal had officially hit the limit of his understanding. Yet, a strange prodding desire to do just that led him on a search for one person he was relatively certain might be able to read the book.

sitting besides the other wonderland inhabitant, elizabeth looked upon the dance floor with a scrunched up nose. this was high school, but it seemed like some students wanted to hurry up and become adults already from the kind of things she was seeing. bodies a little too close together, hands touching places that they really shouldn’t be; there was so much sinning going on for one night, and she wasn’t sure if she could watch it for any longer.

@eaxanna

there is nothing difficult in finding your way out of neverland and into the mainland if you can fly. the thing is finding out where you are. peter tells stories of tall buildings and shadows trapped behind windows and she’s heard tink blabbering about how you should not follow into a little girl’s house or try picking one up to bring home because they are not to be trusted and she’s pretty sure silvermist said london had a wonderful weather, but that’s it. 

and maybe it’s that unknown that catches her attention and makes her dream of not so green cities with much bigger residents with their funny lost things. it’s not like her mother would care--or so she thinks, since she hasn’t seen the green fairy in a couple days. maybe they’d stumble in the kensington gardens and tink and her human would become proud of aurae? she’s not a young and mediocre fairy anymore, so she could guide herself alone on the mainland, couldn’t she?

well, she sort of does. but london is way brighter than she imagined, and there are fast automobiles she hadn’t seen even in the wildest sketches in the tinkers’ shop and by the second star, are humans really that big? the neverland pirate never looked that tall from distance! her wings are large, but she is way too small here and after not too long, being confused as a bright blue laser tag by felines is not her most favorite thing to do.

mother is nowhere to be seen when one of those cats find her and aurae is, the least to say, terrified--to the point the young fairy forgets all about good sense and just flies in through a door hole on a place she’s obviously never seen or been before. the cat disappears after a few scratching attempts, and the fairy can sigh out in relief: a faint sound of bells and the flapping of her translucent wings are all that is heard in the room.