Author's Note: No, Disney owns Tinker Bell, not me. Some of the references I used from Tinker Bell's game, such as the names of most places.

And yes, Elwood is from the game, and in the movie, the fairy on the lower left of Vidia.

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Iris's POV

I have absolutely no idea how I did it, but I did. I'm actually helping the blue jays pick twigs for their future nests.

Wow.

I could hear the twittering of the blue jays, and each one seemed to have a different pitch to it. The one I was currently helping had this note-deeper pitch that seemed almost melodic. Was this one female? Maybe.

Each step I took, I could feel the grass trying to tickle me, yet, I was able to feel the vibrations the birds seemed to send through the ground.

And as I crouched down to pick up twigs, I could feel how near each one seemed to be,

Did I mention wow yet?

I do have a problem with actually placing the twigs in the leaf sling bags, seeing as I miss… A LOT.

"No worries, chipmunk!" I heard Fawn call out to be some few paces away, "you're doing great!"

I smiled. She's almost like a big sister to me already, and I think I've known her for less than 4 hours. I guess these things sort of happen.

"Only a few more twigs to go, Fawn!" Nollie cried out from afar, and I mean afar.

"And that means only a few more till restin' time!" Gavin called out happily. What a slacker, I thought with a chuckle.

But I have to admit, this is quite fun.

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"Oh no!" Elwood thought in a panic, "if I don't get to the Harvest Promenade, I'll never beat my record!" and in a flash, Elwood flew faster.

Fast-Flyer fairies, as what they are called, fly fast. As in very fast. Very fast in order to create small breezes that help the flowers pollinate, gather fallen leaves in a jiffy, or simply to deliver messages or items to other fairies.

Sadly, not a lot of them watch where they are going.

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Regular POV

"This is the last batch Fawn!" Iris called out, gathering the last twig. With over 10 twigs, it wouldn't be too much to carry, however, due to her small stature, it was quite a struggle.

"Hey Gavin, why don't you help Iris?" Beck asked as she loaded the last few twigs into the blue jay's leaf sling bag.

"In a minute" Gavin helped a blue jay fly out, seeing as the bag was quite heavy, but just as he was about to touch the grass, he saw a purple blur fly past him…

And straight at Iris… Holy s—

"Iris! Look out!"

CRASH.

BAM.

Ouch.