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Calamus entered Pixie Hollow's recovery ward – what some might call a hospital, though the airy hut constructed of peeled tree bark and giant leaves bore no resemblance to sterile white corridors and infernal machines. The athletic male Animal Pixie hovered purposefully past fellow Pixie Hollow residents with barely a glance to those with accidental injuries and mystical ailments, his transparent wings blurring like a hummingbird's, and touched down in front of a room with an empty bed. Head turning every which way in puzzlement, he now took note of the environment around him, and dissatisfied with the results, grabbed a passing Healer Fairy by the sculpted flower petal shirt.
"Where is she?"
"Wh-Who?" the alarmed, more delicate pixie stammered.
"You know damn well who. Xephyr. One of the Fast Flying Fairies."
The medic took a breath with eyes rolling, both hands pulling at the fist ineffectually, and wings buzzing without freeing the light form. "She'd not with us. She already Faded…" Despite the malice sizzling off of the nature fairy, the healer stopped struggling and allowed posture and filigree wings to droop in sadness.
Calamus stared. "There's no way. You people told me yesterday that she'd live with scars and that was bad enough! I mean I got her here, didn't I? Once a fairy reaches the healers they're home free - fixing us up is what you're supposed to do."
"Yes, well, we did everything we could. The magic just wasn't enough. She continued declining from the injuries. Hawk talons are no joke, I'm afraid."
"I know that. You think I don't know that!?" In a burst Calamus released the medic and vented an iron punch at the railing of the empty bed, crunching the woven twig. "So that's it. No goodbye, no anything. No Xephyr. I wasn't even HERE!" the griever roared at the universe. Eyes burning, he turned back to the healer once again with lip raised in a snarl.
In a fit of desperation the healer shot a retort. "You weren't here because you did went back to life like normal even though your friend was lying in bed with a hawk talon puncture! She didn't have to be out there with you in the first place! Why do you even want to tame those awful things for anyway!?"
A cooler fairy intervened. One of the tall, adult-looking fairies had just arrived at the recovery ward entrance, as unlike the normal youthful pixies as a boa constrictor from a rattler. "Attention. We have an Arrival about to take place. All able to attend should proceed."
The healer gave a brooding look of relief. Compared to the Nature and other Talent fairies, the ancient lords and ladies had unmatchable power. Safety was all but guaranteed with that kind of witness.
Calamus gave one last glare, loathsome with blame, and departed for the Arrival Hall.
(( http://magnesium-cookie.deviantart.com/art/Swordsman-311951055 close enough inspiration. Just try finding male fairies/pixies. *wink* ))
"Where is she?"
"Wh-Who?" the alarmed, more delicate pixie stammered.
"You know damn well who. Xephyr. One of the Fast Flying Fairies."
The medic took a breath with eyes rolling, both hands pulling at the fist ineffectually, and wings buzzing without freeing the light form. "She'd not with us. She already Faded…" Despite the malice sizzling off of the nature fairy, the healer stopped struggling and allowed posture and filigree wings to droop in sadness.
Calamus stared. "There's no way. You people told me yesterday that she'd live with scars and that was bad enough! I mean I got her here, didn't I? Once a fairy reaches the healers they're home free - fixing us up is what you're supposed to do."
"Yes, well, we did everything we could. The magic just wasn't enough. She continued declining from the injuries. Hawk talons are no joke, I'm afraid."
"I know that. You think I don't know that!?" In a burst Calamus released the medic and vented an iron punch at the railing of the empty bed, crunching the woven twig. "So that's it. No goodbye, no anything. No Xephyr. I wasn't even HERE!" the griever roared at the universe. Eyes burning, he turned back to the healer once again with lip raised in a snarl.
In a fit of desperation the healer shot a retort. "You weren't here because you did went back to life like normal even though your friend was lying in bed with a hawk talon puncture! She didn't have to be out there with you in the first place! Why do you even want to tame those awful things for anyway!?"
A cooler fairy intervened. One of the tall, adult-looking fairies had just arrived at the recovery ward entrance, as unlike the normal youthful pixies as a boa constrictor from a rattler. "Attention. We have an Arrival about to take place. All able to attend should proceed."
The healer gave a brooding look of relief. Compared to the Nature and other Talent fairies, the ancient lords and ladies had unmatchable power. Safety was all but guaranteed with that kind of witness.
Calamus gave one last glare, loathsome with blame, and departed for the Arrival Hall.
(( http://magnesium-cookie.deviantart.com/art/Swordsman-311951055 close enough inspiration. Just try finding male fairies/pixies. *wink* ))