Post by Peter Pan on Sept 4, 2019 15:37:10 GMT
(OOC: This is set January 27th mid-day somewhere between Nottingham and Arendelle. Open to all Gilded Wings, Enchanted Suns, and Unaffiliated kids!)
Peter flew gracefully above the small village before him. He reached a hand up, swiping clouds with a laugh as he flew by. The boy, while he missed Neverland greatly, enjoyed this newfound freedom laid before him. Sure, he was one of the leaders of the Gilded Wings, but his fellow founders knew how important not feeling trapped was to him. Peter let out a great "WOO-HOO!" before swooping down towards the tree-tops.
He liked Sherwood forest, simply because it reminded him the most of Neverland. He enjoyed the simplicity of it and the fact that there weren't any strangers crawling around it like the Great Forest. He enjoyed the Enchanted Forest, too, but there was an unpredictability there he didn't like. Peter enjoyed control in his surroundings. That's partly why he missed Neverland so much. Neverland was attuned to his moods and emotions. It knew what games he wanted to play before he did, and it suited him very much.
The redhead became lower now, moving in between the branches. He landed, gracefully, on a high branch of an old oak tree. The boy leaned back against the trunk, one leg hanging lazily off and took stock in his surroundings. He had put out a call for some of the fledglings to come and play with him in the forest. Even though they weren't his exactly, Peter missed his own Lost Boys and wanted to find some new ones of his own. These fledglings suited him perfectly as they were all lost in one way or another.
Peter also just missed being in the company of other children. Being a founder was great and all, but they sometimes wanted to talk about such dull stuff. He couldn't stand it! It felt stifling and adult and foreign and it made Peter long to have some fun! Which was exactly what they were going to do today.
Peter sat back in the tree and pulled out his pan-flute. While he was waiting on the fledglings - or any kids for that matter, as long as they were willing to play - he played a small tune, bright and cheerful. He looked out at the brilliant blue sky and knew that this day held something special for him.
Peter flew gracefully above the small village before him. He reached a hand up, swiping clouds with a laugh as he flew by. The boy, while he missed Neverland greatly, enjoyed this newfound freedom laid before him. Sure, he was one of the leaders of the Gilded Wings, but his fellow founders knew how important not feeling trapped was to him. Peter let out a great "WOO-HOO!" before swooping down towards the tree-tops.
He liked Sherwood forest, simply because it reminded him the most of Neverland. He enjoyed the simplicity of it and the fact that there weren't any strangers crawling around it like the Great Forest. He enjoyed the Enchanted Forest, too, but there was an unpredictability there he didn't like. Peter enjoyed control in his surroundings. That's partly why he missed Neverland so much. Neverland was attuned to his moods and emotions. It knew what games he wanted to play before he did, and it suited him very much.
The redhead became lower now, moving in between the branches. He landed, gracefully, on a high branch of an old oak tree. The boy leaned back against the trunk, one leg hanging lazily off and took stock in his surroundings. He had put out a call for some of the fledglings to come and play with him in the forest. Even though they weren't his exactly, Peter missed his own Lost Boys and wanted to find some new ones of his own. These fledglings suited him perfectly as they were all lost in one way or another.
Peter also just missed being in the company of other children. Being a founder was great and all, but they sometimes wanted to talk about such dull stuff. He couldn't stand it! It felt stifling and adult and foreign and it made Peter long to have some fun! Which was exactly what they were going to do today.
Peter sat back in the tree and pulled out his pan-flute. While he was waiting on the fledglings - or any kids for that matter, as long as they were willing to play - he played a small tune, bright and cheerful. He looked out at the brilliant blue sky and knew that this day held something special for him.