I figured that Tim, as a skateboarder, would emphasize the value of protective equipment. Steph normally wears a helmet afaik, but maybe she likes to annoy him.
In other news, I realized I'm a little too invested in Stephanie Brown for someone who has read very few of her comics. Obviously, the only solution is to read more of her comics. Recommendations, anyone?
The old music box was in the beast's closet. Blue and faded with the lock and the gold crank that looked like a butterfly. She hadn’t lost the key.
The little angel inside was pale and dusty. It had always been that way, painted a little off-color.
The gold butterfly went tick-tick-tick-tick, and the beast held it there for a moment, pinched between her fingers. It was hard to hold onto because the mechanisms inside wanted it to turn back the other way, but she had turned it one way, and by the Witches she was going to keep it there. She kept a tight grip, but it just didn’t want to stay. Her smile stretched and pushed on her cheeks. Why didn't it want to stay?
Then it broke free and the little angel inside started to spin around. Its painted eyes were closed. It was spinning slowly at first but after the first note it spun faster and faster. It was okay, though. It was a doll, and dolls didn't get dizzy.
She smiled when she heard the sound. The music box had a quiet song like twinkling stars. To the beast's ears it was like looking at the quiet night sky after learning that some of the stars were already dead. She couldn't tell which ones weren't alive anymore because the light took a while to come down and tell her.
But she didn't want to know anymore. She had mourned enough stars. She wanted to close her eyes and let the imprints of outdated stars sit safely behind her eyelids. But that was what the little spinning angel had done, and its eyes were still closed after all these years. So the beast let the smile stay on her face and kept on watching for the both of them.
Takes place when the Ancients are still young adventurers. I imagine that White Lily wandered a lot in the woods when she was younger.
This is also inspired by how White Lily seemed to be interested in the faeries, but had never seen one in person before meeting Silverbell. I bet she would be delighted to know that she had helped out some faeries before, but it seems like these ones are too shy to say hello.