Gathering Post

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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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Re: Sunday afternoon

[winter_wisp]

Winter seemed to perk up a bit at that, but uncertainty lingered.

"I did bad things though, Sunny. Aspid told me I was pretty, that I was the fairest of my kind, and I liked it. I let him come visit often, even though some of my kin were wary of him," he confessed- And it was something he'd never really admitted before. Willy and Phouka both knew that Aspid had been kind at first, but he'd never before admitted that he had, in a way, encouraged the wizard's affections.

It was something he felt guilty over often.

"Pixies died, they burned, and I was to blame. I allowed evil into our home, because I like being praised. ...I am- I am not a good pixie," he admitted. "I am vain and wicked."

Re: Sunday afternoon

[akatawitch]

For a second, Sunny's face was pure silent fury.

Then she took a breath through her nose and made herself calm down, not wanting Winter to think that she was angry with him.

"No," she said quietly. "No, Winter, that's called grooming. He pretended to be your friend to take advantage of you. That is a case of a terrible person happening to someone, and it's completely and entirely his fault."

Re: Sunday afternoon

[winter_wisp]

Winter so badly wanted to understand all the things Sunny explained to him, and he looked troubled as he tried to understand how he was free of blame. Yes, Aspid had manipulated him, but- But he had allowed it. Wasn't that bad?

His head tilted, and it was obvious the pixie was thinking very hard- Much harder than usual.

He was silent for a long while, then finally spoke. "I was tricked," he said slowly. "Tricked, and- And hunted. Like the goblins hunt fawns. They use their nature against them, so they can put their arrows into them easier. ...Aspid hunted, and my family, my kin, they were struck as well when he finally took up his bow."

For so long, Winter had always quietly believed he'd deserved Aspid's cruelty. That he was cursed, punished for being vain and shallow. Now though... Now he was starting to understand that wasn't so.

"I was a fawn, and Aspid was the wisest goblin."

It was freeing to come to that realization- Though it was frightening as well. Believing himself cursed had been a crutch for so long. A safety blanket, or a way to write bad things off as bad luck. ...It was frightening to let that go.

Re: Sunday afternoon

[akatawitch]

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.

Re: Sunday afternoon

[winter_wisp]

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

Philip chirped softly, nibbling on Sunny's hair.

Re: Sunday afternoon

[akatawitch]

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."

Re: Sunday afternoon

[winter_wisp]

"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."

Re: Sunday afternoon

[akatawitch]

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

Re: Sunday afternoon

[winter_wisp]

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

Re: Sunday afternoon

[akatawitch]

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

Re: Sunday afternoon

[winter_wisp]

"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.

Re: Sunday afternoon

[akatawitch]

"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."

Re: Sunday afternoon

[winter_wisp]

"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."

Re: Sunday afternoon

[akatawitch]

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."

Re: Sunday afternoon

[winter_wisp]

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

Re: Sunday afternoon

[akatawitch]

"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."

Re: Sunday afternoon

[winter_wisp]

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

Re: Sunday afternoon

[akatawitch]

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

Re: Sunday afternoon

[winter_wisp]

"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.

Re: Sunday afternoon

[akatawitch]

"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."

Re: Sunday afternoon

[winter_wisp]

"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."