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[ G o o d n e s s --- ] he is clumsy today. For all the books in his arms it'd been a small feat to heft the weight of it all upstairs to the small loft he presently inhabited. Of course it would happen that as he turned to take the second flight of stairs he didn't see her there behind the small mountain of literature.

"Oh--!" Hardback and paperback alike spill down the stairs all the way down to the first flight. But he is more concerned with the petite woman (girl?) he'd unfortunately run into quite literally.

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         When he was told that Tiger Lily was out of the camp,           he knew that she was out hunting on her own—-   again.         With a small sigh,   Mato collected his weapon and began         into the forest,   going to look for her.   He'd check his own         traps and areas he hunted in first,   seeing if anything had         been caught overnight,   then the search for the other         would actually begin.                 When he saw someone standing tall,   with bow & arrow                in hand,   he knew that he'd found the Warrior Princess.                The slightest grin grew on his face,   seeing the other                draw back her bow and take aim.   It was either,   let                her shoot the arrow correctly,   or distract her. Taking                a breath in,   Mato began to speak,   right when it looked                like Tiger Lily was going to release the arrow.           "Aren't you forgetting something, Tiger Lily?"         Teasing the other in the slightest,   over the fact that people         weren't supposed to leave on their own.   But even he knew         that the 'rule' wouldn't stop Tiger Lily,   especially as most         of the other Warriors didn't like hunting with her, because she                                                        Was Better.

Michael pouted. He peered suspiciously up at the taller girl, Teddy clutched close to his chest. 

"You're not Wendy!" he said, in the accusing tone only managed by the smallest of children. That was breaking a rule! Michael was lost, he was hungry and alone. John--John, who made up all the plans, and who Michael followed adoringly-- was nowhere to be found, and Michael wanted Mother. What he didn't want was something new. Neverland was not as nice as Wendy's stories had made it, and that was enough of an injustice all on it's own.