Kay, this goes out to all my friends out there, and to all my readers, and also, I would like to thank bean15 who made a good point: the five minutes of screen time that they give Terence in the movie are the most important 5 minutes in the whole shebang!

Also, the weirdest thing happened to me the other day—I met a guy (named Braden) who was reminding me of someone…I just couldn't place it. And then it hit me—he looked like Terence! He acted like him a bit too. He just didn't have wings and well, yeah, I guess that's obvious…

I also made an account on this pixie hollow thing on .com , and if you like Tinkerbell you should try it—it's a lot of fun!! Terence, believe it or not, has a poetry column on the "Pixie Postings". Neat, huh?

And sorry I haven't posted in so long : ( I have been very busy, and the time I had was spent working on other fics so I'M SORRY!!!

Anyway, yeah…so disclaimer same as before—only I also own Nero…you'll know who he is. But you'll never find out who he is if you don't read on. Also, you'll learn more about the new arrival, so… read on!

I got up at practically sunrise. I was so anxious for today, because I was learning to be a dustkeeper with Terence today. It was just as well I got up early though, because dustkeepers had to get up before all the other fairies so we could give them their daily dose of dust.

I changed into my dustkeeper outfit—a tank top and pants with a leaf jacket over it. I also put on a hat like Terence's, just for fun.

I flew top speed to the dust fountain, which was actually very fast—faster than any of my friends, but then again, I had the ability to be a fast-flying fairy, so it didn't surprise me as much as the first time; the time the girls and I had crashed Terence's party.

When I arrived at the fountain, Terence wasn't there yet, so I sat cross-legged by the pool of pixie dust, gazing into its depths.

Before I knew what was happening, the dust was rising in thin lines and making pretty shapes and patterns. I was staring at it as if I was in a trance. It was dancing for me—I was sure of it.

"Whoa!" said a very familiar voice from behind me. That voice made me shiver with anticipation. "How'd you do that?"

The dust fell as he spoke to me, and I fell out of my trance. His voice was very distracting to me. But I liked it anyway—it was hard for me not to.

"I…I don't know, Terence," I said quietly. "I don't think it was me, though—at least I wasn't trying to do anything."

"I saw your face—it was definitely you. But oh well…I have to show you how to be a dustkeeper before anyone else gets here. Nice hat, by the way." He grinned. I grinned back, and then realized something.

"No one will be here for another hour or so!" I said, remembering how I had got up at the crack of dawn.

"Yup…I know. But if you don't learn fast, we won't have any time alone."

I smiled at his logic. He made a point.

"Alright," he said in this pompous, slightly British, teacherly voice. I had to press my hand to my mouth to stifle my laughter. "Well, if you want to be a dustkeeper, there are several extremely difficult things you must know. First, you must know the proper way to use this tool," he held up the dust scoop, "and the proper manoeuvre to distribute the dust. Allow me to demonstrate."

He flew over to the dust and took a scoop. He then came back and upended the little chalice over my head. I laughed quietly.

"Your turn," he said in the same funny voice.

I took the chalice from his hand and filled it to the brim with dust. I then promptly dumped it all over Terence.

"Jolly good show!" he cried, and then, returning to his regular voice, said, "Nicely done!"

He shook some of the dust out of his hair. "Now," he said, "Show me how you did that thing with the dust."

"I…I don't know how I did it, and I'm not even sure it was me. But I'll try, anyway," I said uncertainly. I sat down and looked into the dust. I focused on it until I was in sort of the same trancelike state, but I couldn't quite get it right when I tried. I just looked randomly at the dust, waiting. Soon, my mind began to drift away, thinking of nothing at all. I was just drinking in the beauty of the dust.

Suddenly it began to rise, only this time it was one grain of dust at a time. They danced across the rest of the dust toward me and Terence. I got up, still focused on the dust. I went into my core, and coaxed he dust to follow the patterns I told it to. I told it silently to make strands and twine them together, and the next thing I knew, I was looking at a tall column made of twined strands of pixie dust.

I heard Terence clap his hands and saying, "Bravo! That is so cool!"

I released my hold on the dust. It fell back into the pool. I turned to face Terence. He was smiling widely.

"How do you do that?" he asked amazedly.

"I just sort of…look at it and let my mind wander so that I'm not thinking of anything—not even the dust. Then I sort of…lend it some of my energy, or magic or something—not sure how, but I can feel it going into the dust. Then I make it do what I want it to, using my core magic. It's easier than it sounds, but I don't quite know how to describe it."

"Hmm…interesting. Oh—hey Fawn!"

Fawn was flying toward us, ready for her daily dust.

"Hey," she replied, waving, and then turned to me. "So," she said in a teasing voice, "how's dustkeeping?"

She sketched air quotes around the word dustkeeping.

"Dustkeeping," I emphasized, "is going just fine, thanks." I laughed.

"So," said Terence, turning to me, "Would you like to do the honours?"

I nodded, and filled the chalice which I had discarded near the edge of the pool. I flew over to Fawn and dumped it on her.

"Thanks," she said. "I'll see ya around!"

"Bye!" I called after her.

"Well," said Terence, "I guess we won't get any extra time…"

"That's okay!" I said, not minding because I would be spending the whole day with Terence, alone or not.

Soon after that, fairies and sparrow men came from all over, forming a patient line, waiting for their daily dust. I could hear gossip and chatter coming from most every point in the line. The entire morning was spent giving everyone pixie dust.

After the last person had left, Terence said, "Well, now that everyone's gone…time to get to work."

"Huh?" I said. I thought that was the work.

"Yeah," he said. "Dustkeepers don't only hand out dust," he explained. "We have to be ready when there are new arrivals, and many other emergency situations. Most of them are just common sense. The ones that aren't will have to wait until you get further into training. But, first, new arrivals."

I was listening raptly, and I had to keep refocusing because Terence smiled as he spoke, and it was very distracting, let me tell you.

"When a new arrival comes," he continued, apparently none the wiser of my…distractions, "We bring pixie dust to the home tree and it gives life to the newborn fairy. We also put our talent on one of the toadstools, so that if that fairy is a dust talent, then he or she will know. Other than that, there isn't much to explain until further training…"

I smiled. Every time he had said 'we', I had shivered, just because the word 'we' practically became a whole new word when he said it.

"Okay," I said, to prove I had been listening and not just hearing and staring. Okay—I had been struggling a little to pay attention—have you seen his eyes in the light of the pixie dust?!—but he didn't need to know that.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Well," said Terence, grinning, "It's about lunch time…come with me."

"Where are we going?" I asked, stepping towards him as I had been told.

"It's a surprise," he said, eyes gleaming.