Chapter 12 - Experiences
Disclaimer: The characters that make up the cartoon, Wander over Yonder, do not belong to me; neither does anything that you would recognize. Instead, those wonderful things belong to Craig McCracken and his crew.
Summary: Experiences can be both good and bad, but the thing that matters in the end is what you due with that knowledge.
Warning: Mention of Sylander (Sylvia and Wander) romance, as well as potential head-cannons. (Possibilities of it being a little AU)
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91. Goodbye
Wander was not really one for goodbyes, they always made him too sad. He preferred "see ya' later", and it was the truth - some day, they would meet up; whether living or in the hands of the afterlife.
92. Poor
Ever since meeting that orange traveler, Sylvia had gained a new respect for poor people that loved in the cities that they often roamed through. For what those lovely people lacked in money, they had overwhelming amounts of stories and experiences.
Something, she had noticed very quickly, that the rich had very little of.
93. Power
The ability to have power was not necessarily the bad thing; though the harmful thing was how one used it.
94. Virus
Wander's cheerfulness and hopeful smiles were like a virus; easily gained and difficult to lose.
95. Home
For the traveling duo, they felt more at home in the deepest of forests with a clear view of the thousands of watchful and ever-twinkling stars.
96. Print
As the watchdog sprayed a quick line of blood red paint on the side of the brick-based building, the soldier smiled behind the bandana mask that it had quickly scavenged together. He had to say - his boss's alter in signature was a welcomed one. Colorful graffiti was a nice change compared to bold, black print.
97. Splinter
Over the long years, Wander and his trusty steed, Sylvia, had become more than a simple thorn in his side; no, something far more annoying.
98. Surprise
Sylvia had to hand it to the skeletal overlord, even someone as boring and easily predictable as he had a couple of tricks up their sleeve.
99. Rescue
Warm tears running down his rounded cheeks, Wander hugged the slumbering, blue Zbornak closer to him; fingers of the recent nightmare still clinging tightly to his heaving body.
Sylvia had been there so many times for him, whether to simply talk and exchange hugs, or to rescue him from whatever trouble he had gotten himself into.
As he sobbed, frightened, into the long neck of his most treasured companion, Wander would rather not think about that one time that she did not.
100. Guess
"Hey, Syl," a voice chirped from the right, which was immediately accompanied by something landing on her side. "Guess what!"
Rolling her eyes, although a smirk disproved the negative action, the Zbornak answered, "what?"
Crossing his skinny arms, the orange traveler dined; "Nope! Ya' gotta guess!"
"Okay, then," Sylvia sighed, "uh, hi?"
He promptly shook his head in disagreement before saying, "no!"
"Then what?"
Smiling, Wander leaned close to her ear and cupped his hands around the sides, amplifying the already soft exchange of words. "I love you," he whispered in a tiny sing-song voice.
Her annoyed frown quickly melting into a soft smile, the blue Zbornak pecked the nomad's cheek. "Love ya' too, pal,"
