Moonlight and Pixie Dust

(OOC: I’m assuming Neverland is one of the closest stars to earth- if not, lemme know if I need to change anything)

The admittance of the duo being best friends was not surprising. Their bond was there, with each being totally comfortable with the other. Had Tinkerbell not been fae or if Peter was a magic orientated-species, Kaia would have assumed they were witch and familiar, or something akin to it. But if that’s the case, am I intruding then? Kaia couldn’t help but wonder, fidgeting a little as she thought. But thankfully before her thoughts could wander down the “dark and unpleasant” path, Peter spoke up and gave directions to his home. Kaia frowned, thinking it was highly odd for someone to live within a star, let alone in the cosmos.

But to be fair since the merging of the worlds, oddities had become the new normal.

Kaia glanced over her shoulder and looked up in the direction he had specified, smiling to herself when her eyes fell upon some stars that matched the description. Star-gazing came as natural to her as breathing so identifying which star Neverland was situated in would be easy, that she was certain of. It’s part of the Alpha Centauri pair? No no no, that can’t be right- it’s so far… How would anyone- Another realisation dawned upon her. If Neverland was truly as far away as she thought, then they had to fly at a break-neck pace to work within the parameters Peter described. She was certain magic definitely had a role in it, but it was highly impressive nonetheless. The rogue whistled lowly to herself before she turned back over to the duo, very much impressed and a little bit scared.

“Ya two undertake quite the journey.”

Whether they were aware of that or not was another matter. Then another curveball had thrown her into a loop. The question of Kaia being able to talk to Tink caused a confused expression to appear on her face. “Uhhum yes?” She offered, not entirely sure what to say. The rogue knew the fae were a picky bunch, most often choosing to interact with humans they were interested in making contracts with. Was Tinkerbell an anomaly amongst her kind then? Or was it part of something else? In thought, Kaia scrunched up her nose. What an interesting pair. The more one speaks to them, the more questions arise… I like that. Keeps me on my toes- it’s fun.

Gently, Kaia chuckled at Peter’s response, with his mannerisms having reminded her of her younger brothers. Peter was human. A hundred percent undeniably human, she decided. However, aside from overhearing their names being mentioned in passing amongst the Gilded Wings, neither name rang any bells. Something told Kaia it would be a bad move to mention that so instead she smiled. “Pleased to meet ya both. I’m Kaia.”

Truth be told, the rogue had briefly debated giving the pair her name. Especially Tinkerbell, as names given to the fae meant that the latter would be able to have power over the human. In fact, one of Kaia’s (many) aliases had been resting on the tip of her tongue while she introduced herself, ready to be used in place of her name. But ultimately she decided not to: as Kaia technically wasn’t her name, and thus she’d be safe. The thought gave her some comfort, further eased by the theatrical display from Tinkerbell. The falling pixie dust was beautiful to say the least, and had Kaia watching it with comically wide eyes dancing with childlike awe. Ahhh that’s amazing! I’ve never seen anything like it! She all but blurted out, trying to crane her head to better look at the dust before it completely faded away into oblivion.

The question of Kaia’s knowledge of the fae caused her attention to snap back over to the pixie, the rogue giving her a cryptic smile as violet eyes seemingly glowed in the night.

“At home, there’s a legend.” She murmured casually, as she climbed on and took a seat on the bridge railing. “It was made by the fae, and the inhabitants are descendants of ‘em. Some say magic lingers, but it’s barely there...” Kaia answered plainly, the corners of her lips upturned in a cheshire grin, still unbothered by Tinkerbell’s (rightly placed) suspicion. The legend was a fairytale passed down from generation to generation, a sweet lullaby told by the nobles to get their children to fall asleep. The majority grew up, dismissing it as an origin story that remained due to the lack of conclusive proof. But Kaia? A moon child through and through, she found the story quite romantic- hardly surprising in itself.

“Most ignore it. But others… They still believe.”