I don't own Peter Pan. Duh.
I looked at Charlotte. She seemed like she was in a different world. She seemed, well, different. "Charlotte?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"It's alright. I know what it's like to face tragedies. I have."
She smiled. "Thanks."
I continued looking at her. She still didn't seem okay. She seemed sad and tired and still defeated. She was scared, cold and lost in the world with no loving parents. Then, coming back to Earth she said, "Lily, I have some clothes for you." She held out a tube top and some britches like hers.
"Trust me, you don't wanna run around in that nightgown. You'll attract way too much attention for your own good."
I walked to a nearby tree and changed. The shirt felt odd against my skin and the britches were strange. They were loose but silky. I glanced down at my body. It was strange to wear britches. I walked around. It was different to walk in britches. It was easier to move now. The shirt was tight, but loose enough to breathe. "Whoa, 'choo look good. Like a real Lost Girl!" Charlotte said, smiling.
"Thank you." I murmured. "Thank you, Charlotte."
"Oh Lily! Call me Char! Everybody does! Now, let's go see if Peter's okay!"
Then she took me by the wrist and led me through the dark woods.
I looked at Charlotte. She seemed like she was in a different world. She seemed, well, different. "Charlotte?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"It's alright. I know what it's like to face tragedies. I have."
She smiled. "Thanks."
I continued looking at her. She still didn't seem okay. She seemed sad and tired and still defeated. She was scared, cold and lost in the world with no loving parents. Then, coming back to Earth she said, "Lily, I have some clothes for you." She held out a tube top and some britches like hers.
"Trust me, you don't wanna run around in that nightgown. You'll attract way too much attention for your own good."
I walked to a nearby tree and changed. The shirt felt odd against my skin and the britches were strange. They were loose but silky. I glanced down at my body. It was strange to wear britches. I walked around. It was different to walk in britches. It was easier to move now. The shirt was tight, but loose enough to breathe. "Whoa, 'choo look good. Like a real Lost Girl!" Charlotte said, smiling.
"Thank you." I murmured. "Thank you, Charlotte."
"Oh Lily! Call me Char! Everybody does! Now, let's go see if Peter's okay!"
Then she took me by the wrist and led me through the dark woods.