Pixie Hollow Dystopia

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Calamus stared behind him at the alarmed girl. "What's got you all riled up? A fire ant up your skirt or something?" Then he looked from the anxious pixie to the soaring predator he was even now embracing around the neck, arms spread wide. "Oh, this? Eagles respect faeries. It's hawks, rats, bats, and sprinting thistle plants you've got to watch out for - if they get a hold of you, kiss your hide goodbye. Eagles, the worst you get out of them is dining on a food animal you've made friends with. Isn't that right, big guy?"

Cal gave the feathered hunter an elbow noogie which the enormous bird leaned into like a cat at pleasure. It also regarded Kieara with an eye like a garnet pool, casting her own reflection back at her as it coasted midair.

"Yeah, remind me to tell you how to mark prey as off limits if you're definite about keeping a few as buddies. Notice how quickly weak animals suck up to faeries? But go around marking *all* the bugs and critters like one animal faerie did, and the protection loses its meaning. These fellows gotta eat too. Heh. Me, I'd rather make friends with these hunters in the first place," he laughed.
 
Kieara smiled seeing it wasn't a preadator to her. She flitted up to eye level and smiled. "Hello." She gently touched its feathers. She loved how soft they were and the color was so rich. It made her smile.
 
In return for that affection, the eagle gave a cry of greeting that split the sky.

Despite himself Cal's stomach went through a flip of admiration. "You're not bad in the guts department. Ask for a joyride and hop on? Or how's about seeing where we live? There's way more set up for faeries than the new arrival tree."
 
"Whatever you prefer." She smiled at him. She thought the eagles cry was loud and ear splitting but it was also quite majestic. She flitted in waiting waiting for Calamus' decision.
 
"Heh, BOTH then. Joyride over TO the housing. We just need to bail out over the glen instead of land. Terrified critters complain to faeries, faeries complain to the supervisors and lords... yeah." Cal kicked the eagle forward. It circled swiftly, more rapid than Kieara or any other faerie could hope to match. On the roundabout it held one foot of hardened bird muscle open and clutched the girl flyer around the waist, escorting her without a jot for her to worry about whether she felt secure or not. Its lower leg formed a back rest, even.

The journey to the Animal Faerie glen was swifter than the duo's zip among the tree branches but hardly seemed it, as they were gliding and riding the wind with nary a wing flap or obstacle to break up the greater distance. They needed only observe the seasons and zones around them, homing in on one at Cal's directing.
At the Animal Faerie glenn, the houses were built right into the trees at every branch fork, half-dug into burrows, or buried under soil with flowers and grazing greens above, the better to be close to some of the precious animal kin. Some of the nature-made structures could hardly be seen from the air but the homes that contrasted would show up the closer they got. "Almost there! Start fluttering now..." Next Calamus cried a command to the eagle over the wind and gave a whooping goodbye to the kindly predator as he dropped from the great bird's neck. He didn't fall so much as zoom in an arc downward like a comet, secure in his wings and his flying no matter how much empty space chasmed between himself and the island surface. Kieara was the next one released. Cal spared a look over one shoulder to keep an eye on his tour partner.
 
Kieara gasped as she was taken in the creatures claws and took on the ride of a lifetime. She was scared at first and would cringe here or there expecting to be dropped or them to collide into something but it eventually passed and she laughed thoroughly enjoying the wild ride to their new housing. She heeded his instructions and though it happened in a somewhat sloppy less graceful manner she too gained her wings after a moment and sped after Calamus.
 
As Cal arcs down to the Animal Faerie mini town, a trail of golden pixie dust following him like a comet's tail, a few dwellers call out. Cheers of approval for the exciting eagle ride, warm-hearted welcomes and knowing laughter for the new girl who has already started having wild adventures, and challenges that bringing an eagle to the glenn has disrupted the weaker animals despite it remaining high above. Cal answered those charges with a rude gesture without looking their way, as those feeble complaints from his lowly peers would lead to nothing since he'd maintained predator protocol. "If they're not competent enough to manage their own critters..." he muttered to himself. After a few waves to the more amiable folk he came to rest before a small house in the crook between tree branch and trunk.
 
Kieara flew after him inspecting everything, and then the klutz ran into the tree branch. Quickly righting herself trying not to appear too clumsy. She blushed and stood on the branch with him. She offered a sheepish smile as she did so.
 
"NOT your most stunning display," Cal smirked, then gave respect indifferently. "But you got back up again, so there ya go. Kind of reminds me of teaching birdies to fly. Confidence works for some faeries, being a flit-twit they can relate to works for others," he teased. "Well, this place is all yours. Examine away, suit yourself." The male pixie rapped an elbow against the wall beside the doorframe, standing clear for Kieara to enter.

Of course the abode was hardly newly built though it appeared as fresh as a summer leaf. One hardly needed to construct new dwelling places in anticipation of new arrivals when faeries Fading happened on its own. Stripped of memorable personal possessions by the departed one's friends for keepsakes; otherwise a few autumn-hued outfits even remained inside, readymade, not wanted by the faded one's comrades. The suitable sized house stood in need of airing and brightening up but was otherwise sound and ready.
 
Kieara smiled. "Thank you Calamus." She said and looked up at her new home her smile widening. She approached the door and opened it slowly. She peered inside and walked in smiling as she inspected everything. Her own home.... It made her feel so happy. She ran her fingers over the table softly, and looked around at her things. She then moved to the closet. She found clothes, but they were far too big to fit her. They were a mans. That made her raise her brow and contemplate what she could do to fix them.
 
Looking over Kieara's shoulder as she surveyed her new domicile - not that this was an invasion of privacy, as she had nothing of her own to BE private yet - Calamus groaned. "Sorry about your starter wardrobe. That's really bad luck."

Darn rare, that the departed had been a man, and Cal had been unaware enough to lead her to this of all vacancies. Female pixies outnumbered males something like three- or four-to-one, quite the juicy harem situation for the opportunistic types, or then again a heavenly girl love scenario when friendship or sisterhood came with heart-thumping adoration. About the only ones screwed over were the females seeking their own male, really. Of course he didn't give a flying feather about hopping from one sprite to the next; his departed Zephyr had been all the zing he needed as simply teammate partner.

Cal put a hand over his mouth in thought; Kieara really looked uplifted by having a home like some kind of treasure but disappointed at no clothing of her own. "Eh, that's nothing. The mark of a true animal faerie who knows what she's doing is material gathered on your own." He twisted his torso and stretched out the snake skin 'armor'. See this molting? That serpent made sure to bring the castoff as a gift quick as a flick of her tongue after it was shed so that I could turn it into this. You'll get your own custom soon enough." His head cocked and he strode inside. The swinging door banged shut behind him. Calamus placed himself behind Kieara looking over what they had to work with. "Eh, it'd be pesky if you had to flit around stuck in your newborn flower petal for days on end. Want my help? Whether I muddle with these or send you to some lady tailor faerie who'd dress you up and gush all over ya, makes no difference to me."
 
She looked back over her shoulder and smiled up at him. She giggled softly. "I think we have plenty to work with here around the tree." She said to him. She gently took out one of the outfits and inspected it. It was an autumn leaf. With an idea in mind, she flitted outside her home and came back up with grass blades. She seemed to have an idea in mind.
 
Calamus rolled his eyes and waited outside. Let her efforts turn into whatever they would become. Not his problem if the girl chose satisfaction over something that would earn respect... but eh, she'd figure out the sly ways of measuring ranks and status soon enough.

Tapping his foot, he then shrugged instead. At least guide duty got him out of his regular assignments. Or did it? Lords could be like that, point you away from a project for something else and *still* throw you down a rat's nest for the project not getting complete. Ah well, it's not like he would get a leniency pass for any other reason, including Zephyr fading--

Zephyr. Without the luxury of returning home to boo hoo, he'd really not let the fact sink in. Sometimes friends of the departed got together. Faeries weren't like animals or those big lumbering humans. No faerie had parents or a family tree to anchor their place in history. And that Fast Flying Faerie, like him, really only cared about each other, back to back against the world and everyone else. There was no body to lay to rest, only mementos. And like this empty shell of a dwelling, if someone had the nerve to loot Zephyr's home of keepsakes before her only friend got to it, Cal would *break wings!*

The hot-headed one banged the side of the structure. "Almost done in there?!"
 
She came out after a moment in a pair of trimmed and resewn pants that fitted her tiny frame tightly. She'd also trimmed the shirt and tied it with the grad blade. It made a belt that held it together and hugged her curves. She'd also tied her hair up with a grass blade as well. It didn't look half bad actually. In reality it suited her quite well.
 
Calamus mentally stopped in his tracks at the sight of Kieara in the freshly modified outfit. For a body that hadn't ridden the wind, wrestled squabbling animals apart or lugged bird eggs around, her tiny curvy form sure could grab the eye. "Nice. Better than nice, actually, considering that's all plant material."

Then the restless boy stared out in the direction of the wind element or Fast Flying Faerie village, wings buzzing without lifting him off yet. "Next thing I gotta do is important," he announced distractedly. His mental gears automatically kicked in with the 'what's in it for her?' that the rest of the jaded, experienced citizens would expect. "I'll make sure you see another season and more talents at work."
 
"Ok." She spoke happily. "Thank you...." She said at the compliment that he gave her on her modified outfit. She stretched her wings and spoke. "What talent are we goin to see now?" She said rather excitedly. She couldn't wait to see what calamus had to show her.
 
"Fast Flying Faerie... also known as wind element because they generate winds not only with their bodies - like flying quickly in a circle to make tornadoes - but spinning controlled funnels with their hands and calling gusts all the way from the Mainland," he growled at the memory of his fantastic departed Zephyr and the thought that all he had to remember her by other than insubstantial thoughts might be even now disappearing from her ownerless home into the hands of some scavenger. No, scavengers had a rightful place in nature - some poacher.

With a calling wave he zipped off, taking the two to the border between Spring and Summer - where the Fast Flyers made their home to practice both hot summer gusts and turbulent spring breezes.

As predicted, some hussy dressed in that division's purple garb was just now exiting Zephyr's house, trying to make off with lords knew what. Calamus bared his teeth and dove at her, snapping a brittle not-yet-green spring twig as he plunged and swung it like a club, getting in one savage strike that sent the girl stranger to the grassy floor, clutching one side and wing. "What gives you the right!? She was my best friend and partner!" Calamus roared, plunging down at her again like a hailstone.

"Who cares what she would have wanted, she's GONE!" the looter shrieked. But this time the wind faerie was prepared for his assault, and thrust her hands out sending a gale Calamus's way.

The two made a stalemate - the animal faerie cornering the wind girl against a fallen log, with her unable to dart away, and her holding him at bay with her air force. Calamus fought against the gust trying to find a moment of slack, and worked his throat into an animal call for any assistance at all before more wind faeries arrived to this particular nook in the village - whether they sided with their own or just became witnesses. "Kieara! Now would be a really good time to try some frost, y'know!"
 
Kieara followed after him. She noticed he got faster and faster though. What is he after? She continued to fly as fast as she could after him only to see him assault another fairy. She gasped and fluttered in shock for a moment. She watched him until he called on her for help and nervously she held her hands out and didn't expect anything to happen but it did. Frost shot from her fingers and pinned the girls arms and legs.
 
Unintentially, Calamus stumbled downward through the air as the wind force abruptly lessened, then caught himself before he hit the ground green with blades of grass as tall as himself. At that miraculous pinning - not only successful, but the first snow or ice particles he'd ever seen in the warm zones! - he was so delighted he swarmed up to Kieara for a victory kiss on the lips, grasping her by the biceps to plant their lips together before diving back down. Trading twig for a ripped off flake of log moss, he hefted it in one hand and completed the capture by jamming it in the wind girl's mouth the next time she tried to scream for others. "All that Zephyr IS, is gone," he informed the looter with his face less than a nose's length from hers, the most intimidating domination stare above anything he'd ever used in animal training. Hot tears burned in his eyes and down his cheeks making clean trails but didn't lessen the male faerie's rage. "All that she HAD is the least I deserve."

With that he began to search the purple-clad wind girl, feeling about her torso and legs for lumps and pockets. Calamus eventually retrieved a necklace from within some fold, gave a hateful leer that made the girl cringe back, and tucked it into his own garb. It didn't matter that the token was a female style, it was a piece of his departed. He finished with a condescending pat on the head to the frozen faerie and then a surprise punch to a kidney. The sounds coming from her afterwards were sickening, especially through the gag.
 
Kieara blushed bright red and froze as he flew up to her and kissed her full on the lips. She looked as he flew away and a hand lightly went up to touch her lips. The blush was still there though. She fluttered down a bit slower. Who was this Zephyr? And What did he mean she was gone? the new fairy had a lot to learn. She jumped at the violence calamus displayed and shifted anxiously, uncomfortably. She waited until he was done in silence.
 
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