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The Queen's official birthday celebrations might wait for the better, brighter weather of June, instead of the actual date just passed, but there was no lack of things to do in London this week, even if it was cooler and damper than the week before. St. George's day festivities were scattered throughout the city, competing with celebrations of the four hundredth anniversary of Shakespeare's death. Getting around the city could be even more difficult than usual on Sunday, with multiple streets closed off for the London marathon.

There were exhibits - everything from graphic design to a survey of Sicilian history to the influence of underwear. And the same level of diversity could be found whether you were in the mood for music, theatre, good food, or late night fun. There was something for everyone, and no matter your plans - or lack of plans - you never quite knew what you were going to find, or who might find you.

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Sunny kept quiet and let Winter work his way through this train of thought. He was clearly having a moment, for better or for worse, and she didn't want to interrupt.

She reached up and cupped Winter's cheek, stroking with her thumb.

Winter leaned into the touch, then eventually settled against her, unusually quiet and still.

Philip chirped softly, nibbling on Sunny's hair.

Sunny put her arm around Winter and stroked his curls. She stayed quiet a long moment. "You're a good pixie, Winter," she murmured. "And I'll beat the shit out of anybody who says you're not."

"You are scary Sunny," Winter said, practically cooing like a dove at the attention. "...I like it," he added with a cheeky grin. "I wish to be scary like you one day."

"Do you know how to throw a punch?" Sunny asked, faintly amused.

"I know how to sling ice," Winter grinned deviously.

"You should learn how to defend yourself without magic, I think," she said, considering. "It's always good to have other ways."

"I don't think pixies are build for combat, Sunny. I've never known any to fight. ...Though that would be fun," he added with a wicked little grin, as though he was imagining some sort of pixie fight club.

"It's good to know how to punch someone out without breaking your hand," Sunny said with a sage nod. "Especially when you're small and skinny."

"I'm not small, I'm very big for a pixie," Winter huffed, puffing up a bit. "And I aim to be plump one day."

Sunny didn't ask why anyone would want to do that, though she kind of wanted to. "Big for a pixie, small for a person. I only learned to fight because I was a skinny little girl and my brothers couldn't be there all the time."

"How did you learn?" Winter asked. "From books?"

"My brothers taught me," she said, smiling at the memory. "How to throw a punch, how to move my feet, how to unbalance my opponent..." Sunny laughed. "I ended up on my butt a lot, but they made sure I could handle myself."

"Have you punched many people?" Winter asked curiously.

"I've been in a lot of fights, yes," Sunny admitted. "I got picked on a lot."

"Why?" Winter asked. He felt like they'd talked about this before, but Winter could be so flighty and absent minded that he wasn't sure.

"Because I'm albino," Sunny explained, having a similar sense that she'd already told him this, but not minding enough to be annoyed. "My coloring is supposed to be more like Phouka's, or Willy's current look, but I look like this. It... upsets people."

"Oooh," Winter replied slowly, taking that in, then pulling a face. "Mortal's are weird. I like how you look, Sunny. You are fair like me, you remind me of my kin. It's comforting."

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