Soon she found herself sitting on a grassy ground beneath a jungle of
roots. Peter showed up beside her. A smug smile on his face. He helped her
to her feet. Then he whistled. Boys slide in and popped out from all
corners.
"Company!" Peter said sternly. They stood in a line, tallest to shortest.
"Hats off." He said commandingly. All the boys removed their hats. Moria smiled.
"Sound off." Peter said.
"Mags."
"Dodge."
"Pib."
"Stix."
"Whirly." Moria smiled.
Mags was the tallest. He was thin and shaggy. His brown hair tangled and dirty. It stuck out wildly in all directions. His clothing consisted of torn up long shorts, probably stolen from a pirate, and a vest of fur, possibly bears. He had a well-pronounced boyish face yet something about him made her remember her older brother. He looked like he was too old to be a lost boy but then she thought him to young to be so tall.
Dodge looked the dirtiest. The dirt seemed ground into his skim. It made him look darker than the others. But the dirty dark skin made his green eyes stand out like gems. His blonde hair was dirtier than his skin. It looked almost brown with all the filth that lingered in it from his day out in the forest. He too wore torn up pants and a vest but his was made of leather, quite possible stolen from the Indians. He looked almost the same age as her younger brother, roughly thirteen or fourteen. He too was lanky yet his chest was built out more than that of Mags.
Pib was round. Short and plump. He looked like a plum in a bunch of bananas. Again he wore pants stolen from a pirate but he had a full shirt. It was a washed out red. The sleeves came past his elbows and the neck was stretched out to the point where you could almost see his shoulder when it was shifted to one side. He had a joyful smile on his face like he'd never seen a rainy day in all his existence. Yet she suspected by his eyes that the other boys poked fun at him for being bigger and relatively slower than them when playing games.
Stix looked lost. He had a look in his eyes like he had no idea what was going on. She smiled at his ignorance. His body was thin. She could almost see his ribs and his hair was a brownish red. It was poorly cut. Uneven and messy it looked as if he'd just woke up. She had no doubt that he probably had seeing that he looked quite tired and unaware. He wore pants like the other boys but his were much too long for his small body. They covered his feet almost completely but his vest was snuggly fit. It was made from the hides of what looked to be sea otters or ferrets.
Whirly was by far the cutest. He could not be any older than five. He still had all his baby fat yet his body had begun to take its proper form. He wore pants that were severally and poorly altered to fit him semi properly. And he had a vest made of rabbits fur. His chest and stomach where quite thin but his cheeks had a plumpness still from his younger days. He had brown hair that was poorly trimmed short and it was sticking up in every direction it could. Sticking out from the mess of spiky hair were two pointed ears. She was quite fascinated with them for they were far more pointed then any normal ears she'd seen. They gave him a distinguishing feature the others lacked.
Peter stood beside Mags. He was of course the tallest. His lean muscular build was not made to look lesser by any of the lost boys. By no means would he be in the slightest way less than his own crew. Moria smiled. His tangled hair was the model of all the boys with his blond and brown curls inter tangled making it looked wild and perfect. His blue eyes shimmered more than all the others brown except for that of Dodge who indeed had the greenest eyes she had ever seen. But none of the lost boys stole her attention more than Peter. He was in her mind perfect in everyway.
"Boys this is Moria. She's come to be your mother... and to tell you stories." Peter said. The boys cheered. Moria smiled. "You will obey everything she tells you. EVERYTHING! Understood?" Peter said. "Yes sir." The boys chimed. Peter smiled at Moria with accomplishment. She walked towards them to appraise them like they wished to be appraised.
"Mags..." he stood up as straight as he could. He was yet only a few inches short than her. She looked him over and shook her head. "To the falls with you. Wash up properly for dinner. I'll have no dirty boys as my table." She said. Mags nodded and hurried out of the home. She walked to the next boy.
"Same with you Dodge. You may need Mags to help you scrub. To the falls." She said pointed to the door. Dodge left just as quickly.
She stopped before Pib. Then she looked over Stix and Whirly. "You all also go to the falls. Wash up properly for supper." She said. The boys hollered with joy then ran from the room, Whirly wobbling along last trying to keep up. She smiled. Then she walked to stand before Peter.
"Do I also need to clean up mother?" he asked with shame. She smirked. "Yes..." she said. He sighed with disappointment. He had disgraced her by being unfit for dinner. "But a father must provide food. So you may only wash after you've caught the nights meal." She said. Peter perked up. "I'll bring home a huge feast." He said. Then he went to leave but stopped. He turned and looked at her. "I should like to leave you with a kiss... if I may." He said. Moria smiled. "I've watched fathers leave the home. They kiss the mothers before they go." He said. She nodded. Peter smiled with joy and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Then he left the home. Tinkerbell stayed behind to assist Moria in tiding up the home.
"Company!" Peter said sternly. They stood in a line, tallest to shortest.
"Hats off." He said commandingly. All the boys removed their hats. Moria smiled.
"Sound off." Peter said.
"Mags."
"Dodge."
"Pib."
"Stix."
"Whirly." Moria smiled.
Mags was the tallest. He was thin and shaggy. His brown hair tangled and dirty. It stuck out wildly in all directions. His clothing consisted of torn up long shorts, probably stolen from a pirate, and a vest of fur, possibly bears. He had a well-pronounced boyish face yet something about him made her remember her older brother. He looked like he was too old to be a lost boy but then she thought him to young to be so tall.
Dodge looked the dirtiest. The dirt seemed ground into his skim. It made him look darker than the others. But the dirty dark skin made his green eyes stand out like gems. His blonde hair was dirtier than his skin. It looked almost brown with all the filth that lingered in it from his day out in the forest. He too wore torn up pants and a vest but his was made of leather, quite possible stolen from the Indians. He looked almost the same age as her younger brother, roughly thirteen or fourteen. He too was lanky yet his chest was built out more than that of Mags.
Pib was round. Short and plump. He looked like a plum in a bunch of bananas. Again he wore pants stolen from a pirate but he had a full shirt. It was a washed out red. The sleeves came past his elbows and the neck was stretched out to the point where you could almost see his shoulder when it was shifted to one side. He had a joyful smile on his face like he'd never seen a rainy day in all his existence. Yet she suspected by his eyes that the other boys poked fun at him for being bigger and relatively slower than them when playing games.
Stix looked lost. He had a look in his eyes like he had no idea what was going on. She smiled at his ignorance. His body was thin. She could almost see his ribs and his hair was a brownish red. It was poorly cut. Uneven and messy it looked as if he'd just woke up. She had no doubt that he probably had seeing that he looked quite tired and unaware. He wore pants like the other boys but his were much too long for his small body. They covered his feet almost completely but his vest was snuggly fit. It was made from the hides of what looked to be sea otters or ferrets.
Whirly was by far the cutest. He could not be any older than five. He still had all his baby fat yet his body had begun to take its proper form. He wore pants that were severally and poorly altered to fit him semi properly. And he had a vest made of rabbits fur. His chest and stomach where quite thin but his cheeks had a plumpness still from his younger days. He had brown hair that was poorly trimmed short and it was sticking up in every direction it could. Sticking out from the mess of spiky hair were two pointed ears. She was quite fascinated with them for they were far more pointed then any normal ears she'd seen. They gave him a distinguishing feature the others lacked.
Peter stood beside Mags. He was of course the tallest. His lean muscular build was not made to look lesser by any of the lost boys. By no means would he be in the slightest way less than his own crew. Moria smiled. His tangled hair was the model of all the boys with his blond and brown curls inter tangled making it looked wild and perfect. His blue eyes shimmered more than all the others brown except for that of Dodge who indeed had the greenest eyes she had ever seen. But none of the lost boys stole her attention more than Peter. He was in her mind perfect in everyway.
"Boys this is Moria. She's come to be your mother... and to tell you stories." Peter said. The boys cheered. Moria smiled. "You will obey everything she tells you. EVERYTHING! Understood?" Peter said. "Yes sir." The boys chimed. Peter smiled at Moria with accomplishment. She walked towards them to appraise them like they wished to be appraised.
"Mags..." he stood up as straight as he could. He was yet only a few inches short than her. She looked him over and shook her head. "To the falls with you. Wash up properly for dinner. I'll have no dirty boys as my table." She said. Mags nodded and hurried out of the home. She walked to the next boy.
"Same with you Dodge. You may need Mags to help you scrub. To the falls." She said pointed to the door. Dodge left just as quickly.
She stopped before Pib. Then she looked over Stix and Whirly. "You all also go to the falls. Wash up properly for supper." She said. The boys hollered with joy then ran from the room, Whirly wobbling along last trying to keep up. She smiled. Then she walked to stand before Peter.
"Do I also need to clean up mother?" he asked with shame. She smirked. "Yes..." she said. He sighed with disappointment. He had disgraced her by being unfit for dinner. "But a father must provide food. So you may only wash after you've caught the nights meal." She said. Peter perked up. "I'll bring home a huge feast." He said. Then he went to leave but stopped. He turned and looked at her. "I should like to leave you with a kiss... if I may." He said. Moria smiled. "I've watched fathers leave the home. They kiss the mothers before they go." He said. She nodded. Peter smiled with joy and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Then he left the home. Tinkerbell stayed behind to assist Moria in tiding up the home.
