@askthecagedbird
Even in the midst of the great quest for Henry’s heart, a game Peter was so easily winning — as if there had ever been a doubt — there were still lulls. Lazy moments between his last move and the next or waiting for each of his opponents to make theirs. Or else the quiet of night when most of his Lost Boys were either fast asleep or whimpering in the dark. Time to watch and wait, and Pan was easily bored.
Wendy was relatively far safer within the confines of her cage, depending on Peter’s mood. Captive so that Peter could keep his leverage neatly tucked away most of the time, along with the wooden prison serving as protection lest he ever grow too fond. Not that he would ever suggest he wasn’t in control of such things too.<p>
Silently, he made his way through the trees until he was peering down to where the girl was kept, jumping from his perch to land light-footed on top of it, though it was enough to announce his arrival and sway her cage. “Knock, knock! Anybody home?” Perhaps it was mean considering the circumstances, but at least he was being polite.