Sandy

Sandy watched her face as he told her all about the Guardians and their jobs, his job, and the Man in the Moon's role in their lives. He even told her about their resent row with Pitch and what he does. The entire time she listened intently, her face never once giving away what she thought. No shock or surprise registered on her pretty face, her lashes damn near touching her eyebrows they were so long. When he finished he sat and waited for her to answer as she digested what he had said.

"So...I understand why you were so shocked when I talked about dad." she mused. Suddenly her face broke into what Sandy thought was the most adorable face he had ever seen, eagerness radiating from her in waves, her eyes twinkling. "Can you take me to see the other Guardians?! How did Dad never tell me about you guys? I can't wait to meet everybody!" she practially squealed.

Sandy forced back a frown, he was shocked at how strongly jealousy rolled through him. That wasnt like him. He didnt get...possessive? Was that the word? Yes...he was strangely very possessive of this beautiful woman, he didnt want to share her with the others. Feeling guilty and ashamed at his feelings, he nodded his head anyway. He gestured for her to follow him as he stood and moved towards the door.

Outside on the porch, he watched her face as she took in his island, awe evident on her face. He felt proud as she admired his handywork. His chest puffed ut slightly. He let his eyes roam over her as she was momentarily distracted, himself admiring the way the sand robe she wore (he didnt want to admit it made is manly side swell at the fact tha she was in a robe he made) didn't do anything to hide her curves. He thought for a moment and tapped her arm.

"Do you want to change before we get there?" he asked with his pictures.

She blushed, her cheeks turning red, a pink flush rising up her neck and Sandy wondered if how far that soft flush went. "Oh! I completely forgot I wasnt in proper attire. I just feel so comfortable around you." she looked at his shyly and Sandy his heart skip a beat. "Do you mind if we stop at my place first? I would actually love to show it to you, I have never had company there other than my parents. You are kind of my first friend. Dad is very overprotective."

Sandy had a moment of panic, his pictures flashing at what he thought were to fast to read, but right before he start to repeat slower she answered "Oh he wont do anything to you, he wont be mad I wont let him"

Puzzeled he asked her "you could understand me?"

"well of course I could, why do you ask?" she questioned quizzically.

"Its just that most people dont understand me when I flash that quick"

She looked down at him, a happy smile on her face "Well its easy to understand if really want to, you just have to pay close attention"

He smiled back and felt touched that she payed him that much attention, most people not even trying when his pictures started to go fast. He made a large sand cloud and hopped up onto it, holding his hand out to her. As she laid her pale hand in his, he marveled at how soft her skin was and how small her hand was, noticing for the first time that she wasnt much taller than him. At 4' 11 naturally nobody really came close to his height, but she couldnt be taller than 5' 3. He helped her step onto the cloud and settle down, her legs tucked under her. He sat down next to her, their arms not quite touching and they were off.

As they were streaking across the sky, he turned to her and moved to lightly tap her hand to get her attention when he realized she was looking at him, not at the landscape as it sped by. "You said you were half spirit, half human. How does that work?" he asked curiously.

Rose

Rose blushed inwardly as he caught her looking at him. She had never met anyone like him before. He was so sweet, so nice, doing everything he could to make her feel welcome in his home, and was now even taking her to see his other friends! She wouldnt tell her parents, but she got lonely sometimes with no one to talk to except those whom she knew would report right back to her parents. They were more babysitters than anything when she had the wood nymphs or the stars over, spys for her parents into her personal life. She was so excited to finally be meeting new people.

"Well, I already told you how I came to be, my mother being human at the time she and my dad...you know..did the deed." she blushed at that, she normally wasnt a prude, but he made her almost shy. "And now...I dont really know. I am not much different from you I suppose. I do age, though VERY slowly. In human years I am 2567, that puts me physically at 21." she shrugged her shoulders.

Sandy

Sandy raised his eyebrows. 21? Yeah he could see that. If she was 2567 and that put her at 21, then him being a 4 millenia old, he would be...32. God would she want someone that much older than her? He blinked. When had he ever cared if a woman wanted him? He shrugged it off as meeting someone new. Sandy told her how old he was and was delighted when she didnt bat an eye at him being so much older than her, though he shouldnt have been surprised sense she is a spirit, and Manny was even older than he is.

They rode his dream sand cloud for a little while longer before he asked "Where is your palace? If its a cloud, how do you know where it is?"

"I can always tell where my palace is. I guess its alittle like your sand, its a part of me, I made it, so I can always tell where its at. I already told your sand where to take us, so we should be there in a minute."

Sandy gasped (silently) and frantically signed "You can control my sand?!" he glared at her.

Rose looked abashed and winced slightly at the look on his face "I...I...I am sorry. I didnt mean too. I just kind of thought about where we needed to go and your sand obeyed. Im sorry..." She looked down at him, tears in the corners of her eyes. "I can go if you want me too..." She looked away as she trailed off.

Sandy shook his head in disbelief. She can control my sand...or was my sand just obeying her because it wanted to? Was it doing so because it could tell how much he liked her? He thought back to this morning when it had sent him happy pulses when it alerted him to her rising. His face softened, and he gently touched her face, guiding her to look at him, feeling guilty at his reaction when he noticed her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I am sorry I reacted that way. My sand has never listened to anyone but me. It must like you." He gave her a reassuring smile and was pleased as she returned it shyly.

"Oh good. I was afraid I had upset you. I promise not to use it" she vowed earnestly. Sandy nodded his acceptance of her promise and looked around as his sand suddenly shot up higher, breaking the cloud line above Ireland. When they surfaced above the thick blanket of clouds, they sailed on top towards a large palace made of fluffy white clouds. As they neared, they passed through a stretch of white clouds that looked like they were covered in flowers of different sunset colors, getting darker the closer they got to palace, ending in a deep twilight purple. The double doors opened as they stepped off the sand cloud. The inside was amazing. Everything was made of clouds, that was apparent, but there was every color that a cloud could be in there. Red rugs ran down a long hallway of light gray. The walls a bright fluffy white like the outside. The high ceiling way above their heads a soft yellow, light the sun was shining through a thin layer of clouds. There were windows that looked out onto the blue sky, sunset flowers, and even a few fluffy white trees that he didnt notice the first time. She excited showed him around, nearly bouncing on the tips of her toes as she radiated joy at having him there. He thought it was so cute the way she gestured with more flair than necessary into each room. The livingroom was lovely, done in light blue and grey, was bright and airy. The floors were a continuance of the light grey floors from the entryway, with a light blue couch and darker grey cushions and rug, black side tables and a coffee table with a dark gray fireplace, a fire crackling merrily. The kitchen was homey in light yellow-y tans. She led him to a library, done in varying shades of red, grey and black; then finally to her room. They went up a set of stairs, spiraling upwards. We must be in a tower he thought. At the top was a beautiful large, round room, the ceiling so high that it opened onto stars. The walls were white and the so was the floor, with a white four poster (still made of fluffy clouds. The expression 'sleeping on a cloud' come true) bed with curtains of what looked like actual clear night sky, stars twinkling. The curtains were held back with strips of white cloud, exposing a bed covered in a soft pink cloud that served as a blanket and a matching mound of several pillows. A dark grey wardrobe across the room was where she was, pulling out clothes. She then went to a matching chest at the end of the bed and pulling something, heading to another wall that had a black folding floor screen. She stepped behind it and Sandy blushed as he saw small pale hands fling the golden sand robe up and over to hang across the screen, closely followed by the lace nightie. Oh god...she's naked behind there...Sandy's blush deeped to a glowing reddish orange as he fantisized about her nude body. Imaging her large soft breasts flushed pink, rising and falling as she panted his name...shit! He looked down at the growing tent in his pants, rubbing the bulge before he could stop himself. He watched the screen as he tucked his erection into his waistband just before she stepped out, his mouth dropping open.