Pixie Hollow Dystopia

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Getting hugged by his crush gave Cal a zing in his heart. Then being reminded of his fresh loss practically crushed his chest - the kindred spirit who had been closest to him day after day through a turn of seasons. The boy was inches away from exploding with "NOBODY wants to end up Faded-" but held his tongue at the realization that soft Kieara would disappear to the other end of the Hollow or probably hide weeping under a log at attitude like that. Cal tensed instead and with only Kieara supporting the two they sank down to grass level. "Let me tell you something about her life," he began tersely.

Cal painted a picture of the departed Fast Flying Faerie generating winds for the two of them to leaf surf. Of bearing the laugh and buds of new faerie life all the way across the sea to become a breathing, talking person before her eyes. Of brushing the feathers of "untamable" wild hawks even if it lasted a fleeting instant. Definitely a life worth living, in his eyes.

With this long of a holdup, the other two girls got concerned. Fawn asked if they were okay from a respectful distance above the grass level, but Tink slid right down a flexible green shoot to land right next to Kieara and Cal to ask the same thing.
 
It kinda stung her chest hearing about this Zephyr person for some reason. A pang hit her chest. She wasn't sure why though. She didn't understand the concept of fading yet and had yet to see it in action. She did however seem to notice Calamus' attraction to the departed girl and for some reason it bothered her. It wasn't as strong as jealousy but instead a type of disappointment that she couldn't hold up to his expectations. That she'd never be good enough. She forced a smile. "Let's go. We're fine." She said and flitted off surprisingly quick for a newborn.
 
Not like any of the other three were going to poke at her sore spot further now that Kieara was putting a brave face on for their expedition. A little chatting jumped from one to another in their formation, and before long they hit the Winter border.

No blend of lukewarm in the middle, there was simply Spring warmth and sunshine on one side and Winter freeze and snowfall on the other. The lynx cubs still needed to arrive from somewhere in the wooded white landscape beyond. Calamus rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You know, we three would freeze over there but your Frost talent lit up like a comet - you're probably the only faerie there is who can handle both zones," he remarked to Kieara.
Tink squealed at the prospect of seeing something new, and Fawn asked diplomatically if Kieara wouldn't mind showing them any Frost tricks.
 
Kieara moved on and sighed. Her mind wasn't the clearest. She stopped at the border and while she heard Calamus' comment she didn't know what to say so she didn't say anything. At being asked to show tricks she blushed and offers them a smile before speaking. "Oh I don't really know any yet..."
 
Cal merely smirked to himself, knowing otherwise after seeing Kieara beat the troublesome looter with a cocoon of frost for him.
The girls accepted her modest answer with slight disappointed droops of their wings, then let it go.
Tink investigates the Winter border, the curtain of snowfall, so gleeful to be away from the brutal Tinker assembly lines that she lets out a childlike giggle. She grabs a falling snowflake, larger around than her waist, and tosses it to the others like a frisbee.
Cal ignores the play, fluttering higher and keeping his eyes peeled for the lynx crew.
 
Kieara honestly wasn't sure how she'd done that back there. She'd just been spooked into it spur of the moment. She inspected the snowy climate too, but it was more out of curiosity of her element and not wanting to confront Calamus still feeling down about his snapping at her.
 
Animals arrived! A pack of leaping lynx kittens, guided by a Winter faerie on a gleaming snowy owl, broke from the nearest treeline and loped for the border.
Fawn called encouragingly like trying to befriend them, and Cal gave a piercing whistle and arm wave to make them answer to his dominance. Tink's eyes widened at the carnivore kittens the size of (for her) fluffy horses and she froze in her tracks.
"Only four of you?" the Winter faerie sniffed from his owl saddle. "Take good care of these fosters. This generation is make-it-or-break-it for the species," he reminded.
 
Kieara came over much calmer than either Calamus or Fawn. She was an odd animal fairy. She just felt comfortable with the animals. She didn't have to assert dominance nor did she have to be overly sweet. She just acted her sweet self. She came over and smiled at the kittens. "Awww." She said petting one of them behind its ear.
 
Soon the pack and faeries had all sorted each other out with chilly cat noses sniffing faerie chests and wrists, even trying to rub against a few which ended up merely pushing the faeries affectionately aside. Cal picked one and straddled it behind the shoulders, like a Clydesdale - or a gigantic bear. "So we're getting our flying Dust and setting off in the morning. That means bunking these guys down tonight and packing whatever might be useful - or too personal to leave behind," he added, thinking of the mementos recently salvaged.

Tink hugged her friend. "If it weren't for packing, I'd just hang with you all like a sleepover! But there's got to be oodles of gadgets that would be useful on the Mainland. I'll help lead these guys as far as your camp though - are they coming to the animal faerie village?"

Fawn, the nominal leader, hemmed and hawed without giving a committed answer. Cal smirked and piped up, "Heck yes, they should stay right outside our homes. And anyone who doesn't like predators in the village can go Fade."
 
The kitten that Kieara had chosen was a darker colored one. It had dark charcoal fur. She listened to his words and sighed to herself the stinging still there that she was always on his mind. It hurt. And she didn't know why it did, or what to do about it. So she distanced herself. She walked off leading her kitten since they made the decision to take them with them. She headed for her home.
 
(( Research that really matches coincidentally: see the critically endangered
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lynx
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iberian_lynx ))
Fawn brought up the rear with her chosen, keeping two more in the middle - a blessedly fortunate litter of five, and the species surely needed every member it could muster. They all headed the same path towards the animal faerie village, though when it came time to separate, Tink excused herself first. Fawn and Cal each wound up with two, no trouble at all given their experience. Fawn just assumed she'd station hers outside her home and instruct them not to wander off or snack on the more gentle critters dwelling nearby until tomorrow's big journey.

Cal rode up alongside Kieara. "So. First night in a bed, then tomorrow you're camping away from all faerie homes. No possessions to pack, and you could probably make new things over there just as easily as here. It's been a big day, huh?"
 
Kieara felt that familiar uncomfortableness creep up in her from before but forced a smile. She looked over at Cal as he spoke. "Yeah it really has." She said with a slight yawn.
 
Cal chewed his bottom lip. He flew from his kitten's back over to Kiera. "Enjoy your house, just don't get used to it before the camping, heh." Then he dragged his nails across a bounder-sized stone they were passing in idle gesture while debating whether to announce- "Don't be lonely in your house tonight. At least you made friends your first day. And more." And with that he gave her another kiss, hands trailing across cheeks to jaw to throat to shoulders.

The kittens shuffled their paws and glanced to each other mewing and rasping - guardians doing funny stuff!
 
Kieara blushed as he kissed her. She melted into it as her cheekds melded cherry red and she pressed closer kissing him back. The charcoal kitten purred and batted the other one's ears playfully growing bored with watching thier masters.
 
(( "Somebody call 911, Shorty burning fire on the dance floor~" ))
Cal tilted his head to the other side, and while peeking he caught her cherry blush at the edges of his vision and stroked the backs of his fingers to her cheeks with a soft exclamation. "Mm, you're heating up." A moment later Cal broke for a smidge of air as if he'd caught himself saying something embarrassing. "I'm glad I met you, and that I got to show you around. That is-" He corrected himself, much more fervently, talking animatedly with his hands even. "It was awesome spending the day with you and it's terrific that you're coming on this trip with me."
 
((Lolz!))

kiearas face heated more as he pulled away. She looked up at the man and smiled a bit as he spoke to her. She still felt second best but she was feeling a little better. She spoke. "I've enjoyed meeting you too Cal." She said to him a bit more shyly. She had her hands folded in front of her now.
 
Calamus insisted to himself that he was being ridiculous. It made no sense to get so attached that it was bothering him to leave Kieara alone overnight. They'd be camping and mucking about together so much they'd probably get fed up with each other before it was over. So why did he not want this evening to end?

Cal gave a final blustery goodbye and then hovered over to his lynx cubs. Burying his hand into the fur right behind one cat's pointed ear gave him something to do and a handle to tug the creature into marching. One last turn to Kiera's spot in front of her house.
One last wave of his free arm overhead.
One last rapid-fire beat of his wings in a cascade of gold as they shed pixie dust in the lavender grey twilight.
Then he made himself face forwards and travel the trail past other Animal district houses with no extra extra signs.
 
Kieara didn't want the evening to end either. She gently moved to her cub and spoke soft words to it and moved it closer to her front steps she got it bedded down and ready for sleep and instructed it to stay where it was. She petted it her mind still on Calamus then moved inside. After that she prepared for the following day gathering what few clothes she had. She had to trim and mend as she went so that the clothes would fit her. She wouldn't be able to stand the cold without sufficient clothes. She packed and lay down late. She was exhausted from her first day.
 
Cal did the same thing, getting his animals settled below his house set in a tree trunk and quieting their mews with the promise of a new home. Inside he packed for survival and also to prevent looting, with the few irreplaceable keepsakes wound upon his body and the other worthwhile affects taking their chances in his absence. In a twisted smile he thought about booby trapping his place so the looters would get what's coming to them, but thought of his few friends simply fiddling their way in because they needed something and decided to skip maiming anyone.

The last night in his own bed for a long while. Leaving Pixie Hollow. Weeks where every day was spent with Kieara - and Tink, and Fawn, but who cared. A slice of the wilderness all their own, with no supervision from any Lord. All this in only eight or ten hours. It was a wonder Calamus could get to sleep, but sleep he did.

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Sunlight streamed in pale dawn slants, but birds and insects were already cheeping and thrumming so so were most Animal Faeries. The sounds of the village had Calamus out of bed and changed without doing more for his looks than rubbing the sleep from his face and pulling his fingers through his hair. His two cubs leapt half-playing, half-deadly for some of the low-branched birds and had just eyed their first mouse saddled like a horse when Cal stopped them with a piercing whistle. "Don't, there's regulations against eating domestics," he winked at them. "Where you're going, there ARE no pixie regulations." He snapped his fingers for the young lynxes to follow and headed for Kiera's house.
 
Kieara got up, though not quite as peppy as Calamus. She was still downed from the preceeding events from before. Calamus being snappy, feeling second best, going to a place that terrified the hell out of her. It was all a lot to take in. And she wasn't sure she was willing to. She got up tired from having to mend her clothes and pack all in one night. Gathering her lynx cub and getting everything lined out for the day her stuff on her shoulders. She had no real belongings to leave behind here. She was rather solemn today. Tired, not feeling well, but she remined polite and nice to others and the cubs. She'd keep how she felt about everything else to herself so as not to bother anyone. She had ran a quick comb through her hair before packing it as well, and then was ready to go.
 
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