"Tinkerbell," called Wendy from the woods. Tinkerbell flew a good ten feet in front and twenty feet above the Hildered siblings, keeping an eye on Sirus through the trees. The pixie sighed as she sank back down to the humans level.
'what now?? are ye expectin' me te gush sorries an' paint yuir nails wi' ground up flower petals or sum'thin?'
"Flower petals...?" said Wendy to herself, slightly confused. Tinkerbell shook her head and slowly circled around Wendy.
'i am nae yuir friend, nor will i e'er be. i do not want te braid yuir hair, i'll nae tell ye i think yuir prettier than "our other friends", i am no' your girlfriend' said Tinkerbell slowly, with a cold tone. Wendy shook her head.
"Trust me, the bitch feeling is mutual here. I just had some things I wanted to know about Sirus," she replied. Tinkerbell shrugged.
'so ask him yuirself'
"I would, but he seems kind of....tense about them. I think. I wouldn't want to offend him, I really fancy him," Wendy said, a little quieter than before, wary of Sirus's obviously keen senses.
'ha! yeh, that'd be a real shame, you offendin' him. y'know, on top of th' whole banishment thing,' Tinkerbell tittered. Wendy frowned.
"Yeah, that's one thing I was curious about. I've kind of...not treated him so well these days. I've been snapping at him, I was beating on him with his own stick-thing earlier, you saw that. I got him evicted from his own home, but he's still bein' alot more kindly towards me than you'd figure. What's, um....what's with that?"
Tinkerbell flew in silence for a moment, pondering Wendy's question. 'Sirus was raised back in th' normal world, where ye used t' live. his tribe kept itself removed from th' rest a' western culture, so they stayed true te their roots. and part of their roots was that a one child was raised by all, y'know? it takes one woman te bear a child, and a villiage to raise one, that kinda thing. so he spent his young'n days been exposed to a very passive envir'ament. even his time here in this kinda survivalist culture hasn't softened that. me, ah think he's more'n a man than most a' the Lost Boys, maturity like'
Wendy nodded slowly, taking the explanation in. She frowned slightly, then turned to look at Tinkerbell as she walked. "What about his brother?" At that, Tinkerbell clearly flinched.
'tha's a touchier su'ject than most, aye' she said, looking down and running a hand over her right arm, a sad look on her small face. 'he don' have a brother nae more'
"He said his brother was killed by Hook when they came here, but when we were being held there, we saw a lad that looked just like him. Like, a twin almost. But he was a pirate..." Wendy said, trailing off as she pondered the mystery.
'when they came here, aye, he had a brother. bu' their kins-blood dinnae stop him from deciding Hook was th' one te glorify. so t' ease that pa'ticular betrayal, Sirus just decided that his brother died that day, killed by 'Billy Jukes', Hook's Christian name for th' new 'heathen' on th' block. bullshite, if'n ye ask me. tha's one o' the problem's wi' Sirus's upbringin'...e'en after that son'bitch turn'd coat on him, he still couldn't kill him, traitor or nae. sad, sad way to start life in Neverland'
Wendy was silent for a few minutes, taking in the information. She shook her head, her eyes half closed. Sirus was so honor-bound he wouldn't even kill his traitorous brother. She felt her feelings for him grow strong again, a warm feeling spreading through her at the thought of him. The warmth was stuck down by the realization that she had shattered his life the moment she dragged him into her fight with Pan. If only she'd kept her temper...
"He's a very strong person, isn't he?" she asked quietly. Tinkerbell nodded.
'y'know, this ain't sum'thin i should e'en be saying, but ah think tha' Sirus is stronger than Pan even. Pan's got a beast of a responsibility on his back, but he still stands tall te spite it. But Sirus, he's th' backbone behind Pan's resolve, keepin' him from goin' te all-out war wi' Hook. that'd just be a pointless blood bath. 's part of why we gotta get back as soon a' possible.
'Sirus has been dragged through some pretty rough shite since he came here four years 'go, but he's always kept his steel. he's been shot, stabbed, sliced, poisoned, y'name it and he's toughed it out, like. an' emotional shite too. didje know he had a clear thing fer Princess Tigerlilly a'fore Pan swooped her out from un'er him. an he's still faithful te his lead'r. tha's real loyalty. an' you, too. he did'nae even fight hard 'gainst goin' with ye out te the wilds. tha's nae just loyalty, tha's love. ah can tell.'
"Yeah," said Wendy with a smile, thinking of him. "He sounds even better than I thought."
'ha! he's be'er than ye'll ever know. tha' boy'd go te th' ends of Neverland for ye. just look in his eyes an' ye'll know it, deep like. likes i said earlier, ye don' know how good ye'v go' it.'
Wendy nodded silently, resting her head on Michaels shoulder as they pressed on. She felt somewhat ashamed at how she'd acted towards him over the past few days.
The sounds of wild birds and various animals rang through the forest
as they walked through the cleared path, following Sirus's tracks.
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