there we’ve hid our fairy vats || fauna & fitz
Nose sunkissed and skin speckled with mud, Fauna traipsed down the scraggy mountain peak, crashing a new path through the underbrush. She’d been off on another solo adventure, and was thinking of how she’d explain to Peter about the sack full of diamonds she carried in her belt bag. It jangled heavily, bumping against her thigh, and she swiped a drop of blood from her nose with the back of her hand. Dwarves, she had decided, would be the simplest of explanations. They were somber creatures, generally keeping to themselves. But get near their mountain jewels, and they’d make you wish you’d stayed at sea level. It might have very well been Fauna’s last adventure on Neverland, had she not kept her wits about her. Thinking back to the encounter, her memory was a bit fuzzy, carving out the parts that had frightened her, highlighting the fact that she must’ve just been brave enough to escape them. In truth, she’d made a deal with them after a long fight, but the further away from the bearded men she got, the less she remembered.
Faun braced herself as she reached a muddy stretch and slipped down, her bare feet gliding through the muck, kicking it up as she slid, coating her shins and calves with the black mud. She took to the air at the last second and landed gently on the soft, forest floor. The lost girl was only about a mile away from her little camp, but was heading in the wrong direction, aimless as ever.
