Hey! guess who's back? Well, here's where things got tricky, but from life experience, I made it work. Thank you schizophrenia. Hope you like it.
I don't own Tinkerbell.
Silvermist awoke next to the river the next day. Her bottle of Dandy was empty and she sighed. "Here they come." she mumbled just before her mind split in two.
"We should just stay here all day and rest up." said the smaller, more rational part of her.
"But Wink needs us!" the larger much more emotion based and sometimes evil voice shouted.
"But she can't possibly need us enough to get killed."
"Wrong! She needs us more than enough to get killed. Come on, let's go check out those sentries!"
Silvermist stood and obeyed, flapping to the river and eyeing the sentries venomously. "Look at them with their big muscles and blank expressions." the emotional voice snarled. "I hate them all for going along with this ridiculous plan. I'm just one fairy, what harm could I do?"
"A lot to Queen Clarion and Lord Milori." the rational part jibed.
"Take a run at them, let's see how they handle it."
Silvermist groaned as she raced for the border; before she could make it past even one sentry, she was caught around the waist and thrown back onto the Warm side. Grumbling angrily, Silvermist soared over them toward the border. Halfway there and her wings were caught by a guard that, once again, threw her onto the warm side, and this time she hit a tree.
Growling angrily at the muscular guards, the water fairy wondered how to get past them. They were on both sides now and that only served to heighten her frustration. If she got past one side, the other side would be ready to toss her back. Stealing back home, Silvermist sat in front of a pond with another bottle of Dandy. Alternating between glaring at her reflection and gulping the flowery beverage, Silvermist grumbled to herself.
"There's no way to get past those guards." the rational part of her mind told her. "You should just find someone else to spend time with so you don't get the death penalty."
"But Periwinkle's my SOULMATE!" the emotional part roared. "I can't just forget her."
"Your death won't be something she forgets."
"That's not the point! If those guards weren't so damn big and strong and-."
Both sides realized something at the same time.
"That's why we can't get past them; they're much stronger than us. If we build up our strength there's nothing stopping us from getting past those big guys and getting to Periwinkle."
A mischievous smile colored the water fairy's lips. From her trips to the mainland, she knew the perfect place to train, planning how to get it done was just going to need precision.
The next morning, Silvermist awoke early to begin her planning. A mile or two north of Pixie Hollow was a large round clearing set in some forestry. The forest had a trail in it, but if need be, she would create a new trail just in case. Now, ways to build muscle.
"Remember those weights the Fairy gym had before all the muscle fairies died out?" the emotional part mused. "Maybe we could build some of those to help us out."
"But we're not a tinker fairy." the rational side argued. "We don't build things."
"Or do we?" the emotional side chuckled.
At the clearing, at sunset, Silvermist worked harder than usual, especially since this wasn't her natural element. Carefully putting the pieces together, the water fairy pulled back moments later with a triumphant grin on her face.
She was no tinker fairy, but she was damn sure proud of her creation. the twig held two stones on each side. taking a breath, the water fairy began lifting the dumbbell and lowering it again. breathing heavily, she continued until her arms felt numb.
Taking off along the trail she'd built, Silvermist timed herself mentally. Going full circle, she arrived back in the clearing and took deep breaths to calm herself. Looking down at herself, the water fairy realized that she was drenched in sweat.
"I'm going to need a new outfit." she mused slowly, dragging herself back home to bathe in the cool river water before heading to bed, too beat to think about eating.
Silvermist woke early that Saturday morning and crept to the river. Undressing, the water fairy looked at her reflection. Thinking on a good workout outfit, Silvermist used the water to begin trying out different things, manipulating it around her body.
First was a sweatsuit, but it was too bulky for running; she would die of heat stroke. A swimsuit was the next option, but it was too skimpy for exercising; being comfortable was one thing, but being exposed is another. Sweat pants and a tank top were too hot for her style, the top would stick to her skin uncomfortably and the bottoms would grow heavy.
Thinking a moment longer, the water fairy shortened the tank top into a sports bra and then thinned the sweatpants and chopped them into shorts. Admiring herself for a moment and nodding, Silvermist decided on this outfit. Glancing down, however, the water fairy stared distastefully at her flats. Just then, an animal hair floated to her on the wind and gave her an idea.
"Boots." she murmured. "Animal fur lined snakeskin boots."
Rushing off, Silvermist gathered some water lily flower petals to make the outfit first. Racing home, the water fairy set to work sewing the leaves into a dress. Slitting out the midsection, Silvermist sowed legs into the bottom half to make the skirt into shorts.
Not liking the purplish hue the petals contained, she grabbed a small cup and dashed out to where the art-talent fairies were painting flower petals, preparing for Spring. Sneaking forward, the water fairy deftly retrieved a cup of blue paint from a bucket. Stealing back into the brush, Silvermist didn't catch the concerned amber gaze that followed her worriedly.
Using gentle strokes so as to get it precisely right, Silvermist coated the clothing she'd made in a nice, light blue sheen. Hanging it to dry, she moved stealthily through Pixie Hollow, collecting fur shed from all the animals and old snake skin from the garden snakes. Carrying the supplies back home, Silvermist zoned out as the two halves of her mind engaged in another battle of right and want. She did not see the large bunny bouncing toward her and, therefore, didn't realize it was there until it nearly rammed into her.
"Whoa there, big fella." Both sectors of Silvermist's mind calmed and she smiled up at her orange-clad best friend.
"Hey Fawn." she called. "Jittery rabbit?"
"Yeah. Little guy just won't stay still."
"Well, you know how the newborns are; excited and curious, just like us fairies our first time using our talent at work."
"True enough. So, uh, what's all the animal shedding for?"
"This? Just wanted to try some new shoes is all."
"Really? What kind?" Fawn inquired, curiosity piqued.
"Boots." Silvermist replied.
"Boots?"
"Yup."
"Ok then. Good luck with your boots, Sil. I've got to go."
"Bye Fawn." Silvermist hurried home and set to work making the perfect boots. The frames and soles were made of the hard parts of bird feathers, the outer material was snakeskin and there was a nice coating of fur on the inside to keep her feet warm while exercising at night. Also painting these blue, Silvermist set these aside and drifted off to sleep.