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It had been a strange week. It was his season, and so it should have been full of joy- But this year it was different. The winds that sang his name were too cold, too sharp. The trees seemed dead rather than naked, and the chill that usually lit up his magic was heavy and without spark. Everything was slightly wrong, and the longer it lingered, the more uneasy the pixie became.
An awakening was approaching, something powerful and dark. Winter could feel it in his bones, tainting the world around him- Something was approaching this realm, though the pixie couldn't sense who or what. He was sensitive to the change though, maybe more sensitive than most, and it was slowly altering him, as things so often could.
Walking down the high street he kept one eye on his reflection in the shop windows, noting the way his wings showed occasionally, even though they were hidden- And freezing in place when he saw a familiar figure behind him.
Aspid's eyes were dark, and though Winter knew he wasn't in this world with him, he still tensed as the reflection of the dead wizard rested his hand on his shoulder, and leaned in to speak in his ear. The words he whispered were like a low hum, but Winter heard each one, his shoulders shaking as he closed his eyes.
"You're lying," the pixie said quietly. "You're a liar!" he shouted, turning his head and opening his eyes- Only to find the shadow of Aspid gone, and a small group of people staring at him as though he'd lost his mind.
Looking back in the shop window, Winter saw himself alone again- But changed. Taller still than his new height, with a sunken gaze and painfully thin body. He looked warped and dark, and though he wanted to believe it was an illusion, he couldn't help but fear it was a vision of the future Aspid's warning had painted for him.
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"I will tell him then," he said quietly.
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"I know, I just don't want to be lectured. I'm a free pixie, I will do as I please," Winter replied with a shrug.
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"Like rabbits?" Winter whispered, assuming they were back on that topic.
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"Fine, not rabbits. Cats."
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"Oh," Winter said gently, hesitating a little, then wetting his lips nervously. "I was afraid to be a rabbit. ...For a long time it felt like."
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"Maybe be cats first. Cats, then rabbits," Winter said sagely, pretending to clean his face like a cat.
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"You're thinking rude thoughts," Winter laughed. "I mean like petting. Touching. Cuddles. Everyone likes cuddles. ...Don't they?"
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"I will cuddle you if you like."
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"Though one of these days, I'll just have to ask him if he wants to cuddle and, I dunno, watch The Princess Bride or something."
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"I must see it," Winter decided, growing terribly serious. "I'd like to learn more about mortal royalty."
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