#imprisonedstarter

Toni had smelled something overwhelmingly sweet while flying past the kitchen. She wasn’t sure if they were allowed to pilfer sweets on their own, and she morphed into her tallest size to sniff the air in the doorway - right as another resident walked by. “Excuse me?” she whispered conspiratorially, tugging at their top. “Do you know what that smell is?” 

Toni had smelled something overwhelmingly sweet while flying past the kitchen. She wasn’t sure if they were allowed to pilfer sweets on their own, and she morphed into her tallest size to sniff the air in the doorway - right as another resident walked by. “Excuse me?” she whispered conspiratorially, tugging at their top. “Do you know what that smell is?” 

“I really just wanna sleep” Princeton sighed gently and rubbed his eyes “Do you think that if I sleep that i’ll wake up in my bed at home? Or at least have dreams filled with unicorns and rainbows because I do love both of those” 

Flying around inside the manor during her recreational time only helped so long before Toni felt restless again. She landed on a windowsill for the umpteenth time that day, looking out longingly at the Outside. “*¨‘*✶” she whispered to herself, wings fluttering as she watched the butterflies. 

“Naw. I mean this place isn’t so bad. There’s an endless supply spines to pull. What more could I want for? Micah clearly has no morals at all, so I’m in the land of I do what I want, when I want, and everyone can kiss my ass otherwise. He gave me my own cave long ago perfect in every way to suit what a guy like me could want. Why would I ever want to leave? Are you saying you don’t like it here?” 

Toni could never seem to learn her lesson about getting too close to creatures that weren’t faeries. How she’d found herself stuck in such an unfamiliar place, she wasn’t sure, but she was afraid. There were people everywhere, a room full, and they were huge. She felt most comfortable in her smallest form, her wings zipping her through the air faster than a humming bird. But she’d nearly been smacked and stepped on enough times already that she’d shifted to a size closer to the others. It was disorienting, and her wings felt like they might tear at any moment in the fast movement of the room. Her cheeks were wet with glittery tears, something that rarely happened in the forest. She retreated to a quiet corner and sat on one of the stools at the bar, pulling her knees onto the small seat and wrapping her arms around them, making herself as small as possible until she saw a passerby who didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry. “Excuse me? Do you know where we are? Or when I can go home?”