Bunny smiled, returning his attention to the sky, his ears twitching at a cry of laughter as Jack and Lydia flew over them for the fifth time. "Any of the rug rats seen ya in yer real form?"

Fable torn her eyes from the skies and walked about the clearing, shaking her head and chuckling. "My real form?"

The rabbit hopped after her. "Yeah, ya know the way ya normally are?"

He crouched on all fours, his nose twitching with a hint of curiosity. Fable stood above him, leaning forward, she touched her nose to his. Graying hair falling is feeble curtains over her shoulders. Despite the change in appearance, Bunny could still spot the Shelia he knew in the bright hues of the irises. "Perhaps, I look that way only to you?"

Bunny stared up at her, slowly sitting back on his haunches and drawing to his full height, towering over Fable. "Curiouser and curiouser, eh Wallaby?"

She smiled, the action causing her aged skin to wrinkle and her crow's feet to crinkle. "Yer pullin ma leg Shelia."

Fable pushed her hair back and laughed. "Yes, I do that sometimes."

Bunny punched her gently in the shoulder, the pair smiled at one another. It wasn't long until they were joined by Tooth, Sandy, and North. Fable knew they would stare, not many spirits had seen her in her other forms. The shifts only came about in the presence of children or when her emotions overruled her logic, for example, the hurt and pain she felt when the Guardians has disregarded her warnings.

Fable had made herself a solitary after the first thirteen years of being, because she felt it was where she belonged and when Man in the Moon wanted her to be. After seeing some of the Guardians as well as a few other spirits, Fable cut herself off and traveled alone. Though at times, she questioned it. More so when the loneliness became overbearing, some nights she would sit before her fireplace and try to weep, only to confirm her suspicions about the spirits created by Manny being unable to cry. She would never take a survey from the Guardians, they pitied her enough, and she hated that more than anything. Pulling back into reality, Fable smiled up at North. "So, what do you think, just as old as you hmm?"

The Russian laughed. "Oh how old you think I am?"

She bit her lip, her eyes wide as she turned away. "Not going to answer that, might beat Snow cone's record if I do."

Tooth giggled, she really did like Fable, the fairy had to admit, and it was nice having another girl in the group. It wasn't like Bunny, Sandy, North, and Jack weren't great comrades or anything. But there was a strange communal feeling that came in being with someone of the same gender; it was really hard to explain.

Fable tossed her a smile, giving her the time to admire the beauty of the knowledge spirit's teeth, despite the tiny chip in her left canine. Still, that chip supplied a sort of charm to girl. None of the other Guardians had noticed the flaw in the canine, but with Toothiana being the keeper of teeth and memories, she saw everything.

Hearing hoots of laughter, the group looked up, seeing that Jack had returned with Lydia in tow. Once she had pulled away from Jack, the girl ran to Fable, giving her every minute detail of her flight with Frost. The child could not see the other Guardians, not yet anyway.

She danced around Fable, laughing like a kid gone mad. Jack stood off a ways, leaning against his staff. His smile widening as Fable scooped up the girl and spun her around. Lydia was small for her age, that much was certain, and the wild mass or red curls seemed the dwarf her even more. Putting her down, Fable crouched and whispered in her ear, slowly, the green eyes widened and Lydia looked around. "You're joking?"

Fable grinned, clasping the girl's hand. "Would I, have I ever lied to you sprite?"

Lydia flushed and shook her head. With a twinkle in her eye, the knowledge spirit stood and took the girl over to the other Guardians. The four of them watched the pair carefully, almost as if they were studying a fascinating display in a museum. Taking a knee again, Fable brought all of Lydia's attention to herself. "If you want to see them, you must believe, like you do with Jack."

She was confused, and she looked over at Frost. "But, that's easy, he's right there."

Fable nodded, she saw progress in the statement. "How do you think you can see him?"

Lydia cocked her head, staring hard at Jack, trying to grasp at the rope that Fable had tossed her. It felt like forever until she said, in a mere whisper "Because I believe that he's there?"

"Yes, you see him because you believe in him, because you have faith in his existence."

The girl was nervous, very unsure. Fable was gentle in her words, displaying her ability to lead and teach. Standing, she took Lydia's hand and led her over to Tooth. Who flitted just above the snow, watching and waiting "Do you remember the Tooth Fairy Lydia?"

Her grasp tightened as she nodded, Fable knew she was beginning to sense the presence of the others, more specifically Tooth. This would be easier because she was on the road to being a full blown believer because of her faith in Jack Frost. "How her eyes would sparkle with joy at the sight of each tooth left for her, they were the color of amethyst, bright and mothering in every aspect."

Lydia was beginning to see now; Fable saw the growing happiness at the memories. "She flits about with feathers that reflect every possible color, like a bird of paradise that dances upon the branches."

The girl's eyes widened, she saw her now. Now she needed to hear. "A voice like the chime of crystals, joyous, bubbly like the perfect bubble bath…"

Lydia pulled away from Fable now, approaching Tooth as if in a trance. "Lydia, this is Toothiana, the Tooth Fairy."

Tooth smiled and descended to the child's level. She looked almost tearful. "Hi, Lydia"

The girl reached out her hands, touching the faerie's plumaged arms. "Wow."

She couldn't stop herself, Tooth wanted to hug this child. Something about the sudden revelation, the returning belief in the faerie that collected teeth in the night, it made Tooth so grateful and joyous. Being believed in by someone past the usual mark was indeed different. Taking Lydia in her arms, the two hugged one another.

Fable backed away, smiling at her success. Feeling the cold at her back, she looked to her left to find Jack next to her. "That was amazing."

The knowledge spirit shrugged. "It's nothing."

Frost scoffed, looking down at her, he seemed cowed over her dismissiveness of what she could do. "That was something. You just got a thirteen year old to believe in the Tooth Fairy again."

She slid him a sideways glance. "All it takes are the right words Icicle. Like I said, it's nothing; it all rests on a child's willingness to believe again."

Author's Note: Phew, finally got that chapter out. It's been dancing around my skull for a while, I've just been to occupied with other things to put it out and post it. Anyway, yes, Fable doesn't like to take a lot of credit for her work. I suppose she feels she doesn't deserve it. Might be psychological, I'm still figuring it out.

So, school is going well. That girl in my Film discussion class was put in her place last Friday by the discussion leader of all people (God bless Karma). The weather has finally cleared, the fog is no longer lingering and we've got fresh rain and a little bit of sun and blue sky.

Anyway, read, review, favorite, alert, you know the drill :) .