🖕 — a muse that would get along badly with yours
This was the first time Iridessa had ever let Tinker Bell talk her into coming along to meet her friend and his group of lost (read: wild) boys and she was only a few minutes in, but already the light fairy was cursing herself for ever going along with such an idea. Never had she been around such an unruly–and frankly filthy–bunch, and with Tink having darted off to finish some errand or other, Dess was now stuck without even a friend on her side to stem her worries.
She was 95% positive that the boys were now planning a raid on the pirate ship, if planning meant saying, “Let’s go after Hook again!” and commencing to hurriedly gather their various clubs and slingshots without any further discussion besides hoots and cheers.
“Um, Peter? Shouldn’t we wait for Tink?” Her voice came out weak in her mild panic, but was audible enough as she hovered nearest the pack leader–though despite his authority over the rest of them, she couldn’t be sure he possessed more maturity than even the least organized fairy she’d ever met.