Bunny ran through the woods as fast as he could. The snow wasn't deep, but he was still slipping every time he tried to turn too sharp. Where had he landed? Should he be looking on his own? Or go get the others to help?

"Elliot!"

He looked up the mountain. It wasn't too tall, for a mountain, and they hadn't been all the way up it, but that was still a significant fall. Judging by where they had been, Elliot should have landed somewhere around where Bunny was currently.

"Elliot!"

"What are you yelling about, old man?"

Bunny whirled around to see the kit, perfectly fine, leaning against a pine. "How… how did-,"

"Are we going to get back to dinner? Or just hope for leftovers?" He pushed off the tree and walked away, knowing where he was going even though they were far from the trail.

"How did you do that?" Bunny hurried after him, heart still thudding in his ears.

"I jumped, I landed. Keep up or I'll leave you here." Without another word, Elliot took off, leaving Bunny to follow.

Yyyyy

By the time Bunny reached the clearing, Elliot had already claimed his seat between Jack and North and was happily welcoming Tooth. Blake had moved to the 'table' as well and was sitting by Fey. His eyes had opened, but Bunny noticed they were so dark the almost blended right into his fur. A fire burned silently in a pit about fifteen feet away.

"Hey, what took you so long, Bunny?" Jack asked as he passed the pooka a plate.

"Did you forget what you left for?" Blake's eyebrow was raised and he had a bit of a smirk until Fey nudged him slightly.

"Don't be rude."

Bunny looked down at his paws, only then realizing he had dropped his sticks at some point. "No. On that note, though, do you all jump off mountains? Or just Elliot?"

"Jump off mountains? What are you talking about, Bunny?" Tooth shooed Baby Tooth away from Jack.

"Oh, not much. Elliot just about gave me a heart attack, is all. Jumped off the trail into open space. And what the hell was that about, anyway?" Bunny's ears were cocked in annoyance as he turned his glare on the kit.

The kit's eyes were wide behind his glasses and he had dropped his ears behind his head. The look he sent Bunny clearly read, 'please, shut up.'

"Elliot, you didn't." Jack set down the plate of ham North had begun passing around the table and leveled a stern look at his son.

"Didn't what?" Bunny accepted Tooth's dish. "Is this something he does a lot?"

"Jack," North chimed in with a concerned expression. "You didn't show them how to ride the wind like you do, did you?"

"What? Don't be crazy. They're too heavy. And, besides, I'm only able to because I'm a spirit. My staff controls my magic. That's not something you can just teach."

"Though from what I hear, you did have a willing student." Fey smirked, and then hid it behind a paw.

Jack shook his head and explained. "Elliot grew up knowing I could fly. He thought he could, too, if he tried hard enough. A couple decades ago, he tried to follow me off a cliff and ended up falling all the way down."

"Runt hasn't seen straight since." Walter broke in with an elbow jab at the mentioned pooka.

"Yeah, that's why he wears glasses, but that was also when I tried forbidding him from trying to fly again. Which he took apparently took as a challenge." The winter spirit sounded rather exasperated as they all turned to look at the one in question.

Elliot just grinned sheepishly and tugged reached under the straps of his backpack. Silently, he withdrew two cords and pulled them, causing two makeshift glider wings to unfold behind him. "Almost got them this time. I can glide, just not flap."

Yyyyy

Dinner was pleasant and relatively uneventful after that. Dessert brought out Baby Tooth's, well, sweet tooth, much to her mother's chagrin. Fey passed around a berry dish she had made that was quickly devoured by all the males at the table. Even Tooth tried some and agreed it was amazing.

"I have to ask, where did you get the ingredients?" She asked, placing her spoon on her plate. "It is the middle of winter, after all."

"Some guy in a black cloak sold them to me this morning." Fey stated matter-of-factly, licking the last of the residue off of her spoon.

Everyone but Walter and Jack froze at that, while Baby Tooth's eyes grew wide and she flew backwards away from Jack's plate slightly. "Wait," North eyed his plate in fear. "What man?"

Fey held out for another beat before her face cracked into a smile and she chuckled. "I'm kidding. I designed and built a greenhouse to keep us fed when Jack decides he's had enough of color and heat." She smirked at the spirit, who rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

"Winter comes on it's own. We've been over this."

"If're all done, I'll take the dishes. Fire's just right for mash-," Walter stopped and concentrated, his and Elliot's dishes already in his paws. "Marm… those fluffy cloud candies y'like to eat. Never be able to pronounce them." He grumbled the last part, gathered the rest of the dishes, and walked off into a nearby cave with them.

"Alright, I've got to ask. What's with that one?" Bunny nodded his head in the direction Walter had just gone. He and the others stood and headed over to the fire pit that had been keeping those who weren't used to a snowy environment warm.

"He was taken in by a mama bunny as a kit. A wild mama bunny. He lived with the clan for a long time as it grew, up until wolves and hunters destroyed their numbers. After that, be basically wandered the continent by himself. Blake and I met him just a week or two before we met Jack and Elliot. He's still trying to grasp English." Fey grabbed two of the sticks Elliot had brought back and began stripping them of bark. The other's copied her, remaining silent as Walter returned. She stuck the ends of her sticks into the fire until they were black and then handed one to Blake.

Suddenly though, as if something had occurred to her, she stood up. "The S'mores supplies are in the cave. I'll go get them."

Elliot perked up at that. "I'll help-,"

"No. Easter Bunny's going to help. You stay here. Make sure Walter doesn't catch fire." She looked Bunny in the eye and jerked her head toward the cave. Silently, he followed her.

"What's up?" He asked once they were out of earshot.

"Elliot." Was her reply.

Inside the cave was well furnished, in a pooka sense. Nests were laid out and personal territory was clearly marked. They also seemed to have acquired dishes and silverware, if dinner was anything to go by. Fey gathered a serving plate of graham crackers and chocolate, along with a bowl of marshmallows.

"The kid's as stubborn as they come, but he's smart." She didn't look at him once, and he didn't try to get in her way.

"Smart. Yeah. Usually the first word to come to mind when someone jumps eighty feet into open space." Bunny massaged his bicep where he had hit it slipping in the snow.

"He may not act it, but he is. Just… give him time. He'll come around." She gave him an encouraging smile and handed him the food. "Don't worry. The Guardian of Fun raised him. Revenge and grudges aren't things he knows." Bunny sighed and smiled. Before he could thank her, though, she walked out of the cave in the direction of the fire. "Stubbornness, though, is another story."

Yyyyy

I think this is the most pooka centric chapter I have planned so far. In the coming chapters, we will be seeing more of the guardians and how they are handling these new developments. Not to mention some major plot twists! I really hope you all will continue to enjoy this story and all the ups and downs it throws at you.

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