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An angry little ball of light was zipping furiously in and around the trees and rocks on the shores of Lake Raienia. She was mostly angry with herself, that no matter how irritated she was about Peter having forgotten her, she still looked for him. He'd been here, sometime back, she could tell. And yet she hadn't found anyplace anything like Neverland, where he'd want to stay. She hadn't found anyone else who knew them: the Lost Boys, Hook, no one.
Frustrated now, she dropped to a rock, small hands cupping small face and frowned, an incredibly intense looking expression for one so small. She'd nearly forgotten about the fake little fairy she'd just met, but could probably call every intriguing detail of their conversation to mind if reminded. But there was no one to remind her, no one to talk to, no one at all.
In a shift so complete, anger was gone to be replaced by the sadness and depression she'd felt before, when she first realized she was completely alone. She hated it here, and if she couldn't find Peter, she was going to have to keep going someplace else, maybe find some real fairies. Somewhere she wouldn't have to be alone anymore.
Tags:
peter pan, tinkerbell
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