She was surrounded by stars and planets. She gasped with shock. Peter rose
from beneath her. A smug smile on his face.
"Watch." He said with excitement. Then he burst higher into the air and did a back flip effortlessly and then let out a boyish giggle. "You try." He said. She smirked. He was showing off. She could do the same.
She blasted into the air, spinning wildly then flipped backwards and twisted. Peter, not one to be shown up by anyone, blasted himself backwards and then as if pushing off a wall with his hand and feet flew forward into six front flips, two tumbles and a crow. After which he blasted upward and stopped just in front of Moria. She smiled with wonder.
"Needs some practice." He said. She squinted and smirked.
"I've been flying every night in my dreams since birth." She said. Peter smiled. "I need no practice." She said.
"Fine then... I propose a race." He said.
"State your terms." She said standing up straight. Peter looked and then arranged a group of stars in a line just below his feet.
"All the way around the world." He said. Moria smiled. "First to cross the line wins." He said. She nodded.
"You're on." She said.
Then Tink stood before them. They lined up and took stance. Bells rang increasing in pitch. Then Tink blasted into the air and they took off around the world.
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Peter passed her no problem. Feeling quite confident he'd win he flipped over onto his back and just drifted around with his eyes closed.
When he thought he was close to the finish he flipped back over and blasted himself through the line of stars. He crowed with accomplishment. Then he laughed.
"Where do you think she is Tink?" he asked the fairy.
Tinkerbell laughed and pointed up. There Moria sat Indian style with her arms crossed shaking her head. Peter's jaw dropped. She'd beat him. How could she of beat him?
"Needs some practice." She said. Peter gave her a crocked smile.
"Watch." He said with excitement. Then he burst higher into the air and did a back flip effortlessly and then let out a boyish giggle. "You try." He said. She smirked. He was showing off. She could do the same.
She blasted into the air, spinning wildly then flipped backwards and twisted. Peter, not one to be shown up by anyone, blasted himself backwards and then as if pushing off a wall with his hand and feet flew forward into six front flips, two tumbles and a crow. After which he blasted upward and stopped just in front of Moria. She smiled with wonder.
"Needs some practice." He said. She squinted and smirked.
"I've been flying every night in my dreams since birth." She said. Peter smiled. "I need no practice." She said.
"Fine then... I propose a race." He said.
"State your terms." She said standing up straight. Peter looked and then arranged a group of stars in a line just below his feet.
"All the way around the world." He said. Moria smiled. "First to cross the line wins." He said. She nodded.
"You're on." She said.
Then Tink stood before them. They lined up and took stance. Bells rang increasing in pitch. Then Tink blasted into the air and they took off around the world.
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Peter passed her no problem. Feeling quite confident he'd win he flipped over onto his back and just drifted around with his eyes closed.
When he thought he was close to the finish he flipped back over and blasted himself through the line of stars. He crowed with accomplishment. Then he laughed.
"Where do you think she is Tink?" he asked the fairy.
Tinkerbell laughed and pointed up. There Moria sat Indian style with her arms crossed shaking her head. Peter's jaw dropped. She'd beat him. How could she of beat him?
"Needs some practice." She said. Peter gave her a crocked smile.
