continuation of this thread from @wndybyrd feigning a pout, she bends down to be level with the small fellow. “ apologies, thorn. i wouldn’t want to go & ruin that ferocious reputation you act to have gained. “ her comments were all in good fun despite the sarcastic tone they seemed to take. she enjoyed playing with thorn; he, unlike some of the small-folk she had been acquainted, was good accompany on the best days & mostly tolerant on all the rest. for a girl who’d grown up dreaming of benevolent fairies from storybooks, she’d been quite disappointed by their unwelcomeness upon first landing on neverland in her youth.
“ oh, do let me see it ! i’ve always wanted to see a real fairy home. tinker bell practically lives on peter’s shoulder so i never bothered to ask her, not that she’d show me anyhow. do you build yourself miniature furniture & things ? i used to craft fairy houses for the garden with my brother michael out of dollhouse toys or old boxes. i once read that fairies live inside flower buds, but you all are just a bit too big for that. i promise to not touch i thing, i’ll only look ! “
A fairy home. What world does Wendy live in? Surely not Neverland. How could she have missed the misery of this place? He's absolutely speechless for a few seconds, and so thoroughly perplexed that he agrees.
"Alright," he says, defeated. "You'll be disappointed." He flies up, shifting to lead her there: the dead, hollow tree stump. He gestures at it. Inside is no furniture, just some old leaves piled up into a bed in one corner, jagged wood being used as a table in another, and otherwise the scene mostly looks like the inside of a dead tree. An outsider wouldn't recognise it as a home without anyone in it.
"We had furniture," he sighs. "With our entire home burned and enough of us left to count on two hands, now we just make do with nothing. What do you think, hm?" He raises his eyebrows. "Up to the horrid Wendy Darling's standards?"
