Okay, here's the one-shot with Prism and Toothiana. Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Only have Sandy's next, and then I'll have a longer story focused on Bunnymund and some Pookas that come back to Earth for the first time in a thousand years. Chaos ensues.

Anyway, enjoy!

Toothiana was pacing in her palace, trying to soothe her rankled pride. She could still hear the wood fairies' laughter ringing in her ears. She wanted to prove them wrong, to prove that she had just as much grace as they did. But how could she do that? She walked over to the wall and hefted a spear, staring at the ivory decorations. She could fight better than any of those fairies. Maybe a challenge?

"That is certainly old," a smooth voice said, and Toothiana looked back in surprise, her fingers tightening on the spear as she automatically shifted into a defensive pose. Old fears rose up inside of her, and for a moment, she saw Pitch standing behind her. Then the fear drained away as the moon came out from behind a cloud, and Prism's paler skin and kind eyes became clear.

"A bit jumpy," Prism said, a small smile lifting his lips.

"Sorry," she said weakly.

Prism raised his eyebrows. "For?"

"Oh… you know," she gestured vaguely.

"If I did, I wouldn't have asked."

Toothiana sighed. "Being afraid of you."

Prism chuckled. "You needn't apologize for that, Toothiana. I, better than anyone on Earth, understand fear. It's completely natural and should fade as we build memories together."

Memories were something Toothiana understood. "Memories are very important," she said softly.

"Indeed." Prism approached and he looked down at her. "May I see it?"

Toothiana blinked then held out her spear. "My mother made it for me. It was the last thing she gave me before…"

Prism took the spear and ran his fingers over the smooth wooden shaft. "Excellent craftsmanship. So beautiful. The tip is enchanted ivory?"

Toothiana nodded. "Yes. Made of elephant teeth for me, a great memory of a magnificent time that was drawing to a close."

"Your mother sensed she was going to die," Prism realized.

"I think they all did," Toothiana answered. "They were connected, after all. But they left me the palace and all their magic."

"And their memories," Prism said, reaching up a finger to let a Baby Tooth land.

"Yes," Toothiana said. "They left me their Baby Teeth. And they've kept me company throughout all the years."

"It must've been lonely before the Guardians."

"It was."

Prism glanced at her. "I understand loneliness."

"I'd say you know it better than I do," Toothiana said. "I had the Baby Teeth. You… you had no one."

"I had the children I helped," Prism said.

"But sometimes children don't understand."

Prism looked away. "True." He paused then looked at the moon. "You were agitated when I arrived. Something on your mind?"

Toothiana shrugged and hugged herself. "Girl problems. It doesn't matter."

"Ooh, gossip? Yes please," Prism said, leaning against a column.

Toothiana looked up in surprise. "You like gossip?"

"I could bore you with all the gossip I heard while the Tsar was throwing parties for space dignitaries," Prism said. "I learned how powerful it was at an inopportune moment when Lunar repeated something we'd heard at the wrong time and nearly started a war. Power appealed to me as a teenager. I have a lot of information about all the spirits that would surprise you."

"Like what?" Toothiana asked.

"Oh, this and that. But I don't want to talk about this and that. I want to talk about you. So what's this girl problem?"

Toothiana looked away. "The wood fairies have been mocking me."

"Mocking you?" Prism asked, his brow creasing. "For what?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter," Toothiana muttered. "The important part is I need to do something to prove to them that I'm not…"

She stopped and pressed her lips together. Prism didn't push, sensing a fear to open up. So instead he held out the spear.

"Such an honor to be allowed to hold such a magnificent spear," Prism said solemnly. "I knew some of your mother's people."

"You did?" Toothiana asked.

"Yes."

"Did you know my mother?"

"I… I knew the aft end of her spear," Prism admitted, suddenly looking embarrassed. "Shadow man… he'd already worked his magic on me, so spirits started to despise me. It was in my blood, I suppose. No escaping that."

Toothiana paused. "You really were alone, weren't you?"

Prism nodded. "For so long."

He turned away and went to stare at the moon. An idea sparked in his head, and he raised his finger to catch a Moonbeam. It rose up, and Toothiana stepped closer, fascinated.

"My old friend, I have a request," Prism said idly.

He tossed the Moonbeam back into the air then waited. It dissipated and there was silence.

"What are you doing?" Toothiana asked.

Before Prism could respond, another Moonbeam solidified. "An idea?" Lunar's voice asked, his tone mischievous. "You always have the best ideas. What kind is it?"

Again, Prism curled his fingers around a Moonbeam and spoke. "Do you remember the dances Papa used to throw?"

Another pause. "I most certainly do! He always served the grandest food. Those sweet crystal pudding rounds from the Twinkling Cluster were my favorite."

"What if we threw a New Year's party for the spirits of Earth?"

"Ooh! That sounds fun. But it'll be a lot of work. We'd need to plan food…"

"North will no doubt let you borrow the yetis."

"Okay, then there's the guest list."

"Anybody you don't want to invite?" Prism asked.

"No, I suppose not. But what about entertainment?"

"Dances of course."

"Excellent. I can think of several games we can play, too."

"Sounds like a lot of planning. Can you handle it?"

"Of course! I'll talk to you later!"

Prism turned to smile at Toothiana. "I think you'll find dancing to be a sport they understand."

Delight filled the fairy as she realized that Prism had just given her a way to show up those silly wood fairies. They were always so proud of their dancing, and if she could beat them in something they held so dear, the victory would be all the sweeter. Then she wilted.

"I don't know how to dance," she sighed.

"Well, lucky for you, I am quite adept," Prism said. "Would you like me to teach you?"

Toothiana glanced at him then smiled and held out her hands. "Please do."

The initial lesson was awkward. Toothiana was so anxious that she kept fluttering off the ground, which continuously interrupted the rhythm Prism was trying to set up. He was incredibly patient and ended the lesson when they'd made it through the whole routine once.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Toothiana fretted.

"Of course not. I've had trickier tasks," Prism assured her. "But there is also a matter of what you'll wear."

"Oh. I don't usually wear clothing anymore," Toothiana said, flipping her wrist. "But if you find something, I guess I'll try it. It has to be comfortable though, and it can't pull out my feathers."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"But when will we need it by?"

Prism turned and curled his fingers around a Moonbeam. "Lunar, do we have a date set?"

He released the ribbon and waited. Several moments later, another reformed and Lunar's voice came through, bouncing with excitement. "The next new moon, so three weeks and two days."

"Thank you, Lunar," Prism said then tossed the Moonbeam away. "Is that answer enough, my dear?"

"That doesn't give us much time," Toothiana said, wringing her hands.

"I can come by every day to conduct the lessons," Prism replied.

"Then… I guess I'm doing this!" Toothiana said, her wings fluttering and lifting her off the ground. "I'll see you tomorrow. Come by for dinner and then we'll practice."

"See you then, Toothiana," Prism said, then jumped off the temple wall and flew away.

He considered the evening's activities as he lazily made his way across the sky. Giving the Tooth Fairy dancing lessons wasn't how he'd seen himself spending his time that evening, nor the next few weeks of evenings, but he didn't mind. It gave him a chance to connect with Toothiana. He still hadn't had much time with her, or Sandy for that matter, but now he had the perfect opportunity. Smiling to himself, he headed off toward Burgess to tell Jack about the upcoming party. Maybe Jamie and his family could come, too.

The next few weeks, Prism and Toothiana spent their evenings practicing the dance they were going to perform at the party. Prism found her bubbly energy and chipper personality refreshing, and he was glad to teach such a willing student. He started collecting feathers that had fallen off her, and she asked why. He just asked for more feathers, his eyes shining. Toothiana had plenty, and he took a large container's worth with him one night, promising she'd know soon enough what he was doing with them.

As the night of the party approached, Toothiana's dancing improved, and she grew more confident. Finally, the afternoon they needed to head up to the moon, and Prism revealed to her what he'd been doing with her feathers. He'd somehow woven them into an exquisite cape, which had slits for her delicate wings.

"I think these won't catch your feathers," he said, showing off the shimmering cape. "And it's just a fashion piece, not clothing."

"Oh, Prism, wow!" Toothiana exclaimed.

"Let's try it on then practice one more time," Prism said.

He helped her into the cape, gently maneuvering her wings through the slits before settling it across her back. She twirled then fluttered into the air, feeling the cape swish behind her. It neither pulled her feathers nor impeded her flying.

"This works," she said in surprise.

"We'll see," Prism said, holding out his hands. "Shall we, milady?"

Toothiana snorted and took his hands, and they danced their routine. It was smooth and graceful and Toothiana felt extremely fancy because of the cape. When they finished, Prism took her hand.

"Then we turn and bow to the Tsar," he instructed. "And that's it." He bowed elegantly, encouraging her to do the same.

She straightened and her Baby Teeth fluttered around her, chirping and cheering. Toothiana blushed, waving her hand before she turned back to Prism. "Should we get going?"

Prism glanced up at the sky. "Yes, I suppose so. Let's take that cape off for now. We'll put it back on before the dance and give you a big reveal."

Toothiana smiled. "You're sweet."

"Sweet?" Prism asked, raising his eyebrows. "Never heard that one before."

Toothiana giggled. "It's true though. I honestly never thought Pitch Black would end up being sweet."

"Pitch Black wasn't sweet," Prism said, looking away.

"Jack's told us what you did when we still thought you were our enemy," Toothiana said, placing her slim hand on his arm. "You tried to warn MiM about Obscurus even though you were scared of us and him. You took care of Jack when he was sick more than once, too."

Prism's face burned. "Let's get that cape off of you, yes?" he asked. He didn't wait for a yes and grasped the feathered cape.

Toothiana shrugged out of it then watched Prism carefully fold it along certain creases. "We need to keep the feathers unrumpled," Prism explained. "I specifically designed this to fold this way. I'll show you how later."

"Sounds good. Now, we'd better go," Toothiana said.

They headed for Prism's small ship that he'd been given, and he opened the door and gestured her in with a smile. She settled into the copilot's chair and stared at the controls. Prism sat in the pilot's chair and ran his fingers along the panel, pushing buttons. The ship revved up and Prism glanced at her.

"Ready?"

"For sure!" Toothiana exclaimed, bouncing in place.

Prism guided them up out of the mountainside palace before going up at a remarkable speed. Toothiana could just barely feel it in the pit of her stomach.

"It's very different from your ship," she said. "Closer to Sandy's."

"They were probably built by the same company," Prism said idly. "Star Captains and royalty alike needed the best, and LightBeams was one of the best ship builders in the Golden Age."

"Do they still operate?"

"No. They were taken down by a gang of space raiders over fifteen hundred years ago. So they blew up their entire stock and took them down with them. But a lot of designs were lost when it exploded. This is one of them. I swear, if Lunar ever claims his rightful place amidst the galactic dignitaries, I'm going to share everything I can about the Golden Age with his authority. Let them try and stop me."

"Them?" Toothiana asked as the ship hit one of the layers of the atmosphere.

Prism pressed another button and the ride smoothed out. "Those of us who would be considered Ancients. The ones who lived in the Golden Age for some length of time."

"So you and Lunar and Nightlight?" Toothiana asked.

"And Sanderson," Prism added. "We four are the only ones connected with Earth. Though Bunnymund is quite old, he's still far too young for the Golden Age. He would have had to be alive before the Tsar was killed. That's what started the decline." Prism paused. "I don't know if many people know Lunar is alive, actually. Besides the Icentuvan Chieftain, I think his existence is still a secret. And she wouldn't tell because we never went back by to tell her we found Lunar. She might think myself and Nightlight are dead as well." He tapped a few glowing controls. "Brace yourself. We're about to leave the atmosphere."

When they were out in space, Prism flipped a switch and gravity returned, anchoring them back down to the floor of the ship. Toothiana watched as the moon grew closer.

"Do you miss it?" she asked softly.

"Miss what?" Prism asked.

"The Golden Age."

Prism went around to the dark side of the moon and signaled the Moon Clipper that he was ready to land. The moon split open to receive them into the ship bay. Prism docked then sat there for a moment, considering her question.

"Yes. For many reasons. But we cannot bring it back, as much as I wish we could," Prism said. "Time marches ever onward, and things change, not always for the better."

Toothiana noticed the bitter tone in Prism's voice and took his hand. "But they can. Sometimes we just need more time."

Prism smiled and squeezed her hand. "True. Now, are you ready to show those wood fairies up?"

Toothiana grinned. "Absolutely."

They disembarked, and Prism went outside to check that the moon dust had settled back into place then they headed toward the banquet hall. Prism wound his way unerringly through the labyrinth of corridors, and Toothiana followed his lead. She still barely knew the small section of the ship her room was located in, let alone the whole ship. The Moon Clipper was glorious, but it basically contained a whole city within it. Toothiana didn't trust herself to be able to find her way anywhere from where they were anyway, so it didn't bother her.

As they entered the hall, wonderful smells wafted from the kitchens on the other side of the room where North's Yetis were cooking up a storm. Lunar turned to them then bounced over, Nightlight following behind.

"Welcome! Welcome!" he said, grasping Toothiana's hand to give it a kiss. She was surprised by the greeting.

"What?" she asked, staring at him.

"Oh, let him host," Prism said. "It's custom."

"What do I say in return?" Toothiana asked.

"You would bow or curtsy depending on your outfit and thank him for his invitation," Prism replied.

So Toothiana grinned and bowed low. "Thank you for the invitation," she said.

Lunar laughed, his glow brightening. "You're the first ones here. I'm going to summon the others with the ship, so they'll all arrive together. Oh, this will be so much fun!"

Nightlight looked less enthused. He'd never been a fan of the fancy parties the Tsar had thrown, unlike Prism and Lunar. He didn't like being around so many people that he didn't know. He was definitely more reserved than Jack. Prism smiled at him.

"If you want, I can set up a station for you to do some light experimentation. You have a project you could work on, right?"

"I have several I could choose from," Nightlight agreed. "But is that acceptable, little Lunanoff?"

"Of course. I'm a grown man now," Lunar said, waving his hand. "You don't have to stay with me this time. Besides, I know everybody that's coming to this party. You needn't worry about an assassination attempt from any of our guests."

Nightlight relaxed and nodded. Prism nodded. "You should show Jack some of what you've learned, if you can get him away from the party."

"It depends on if he's 'peopled out' as he puts it," Nightlight replied.

"Well, either way, he'll have a good time," Prism said. "Now, do you need any help, Lunar?"

Lunar did need some help, and Prism and Toothiana helped Lunar and Nightlight with the final preparations. Lunar kept glancing at the clocks from Earth. He had one set for every time zone so he could keep track of things down on the planet below. There were also galactic clocks, showcasing the dates and times from various planets and sectors. Those were neglected, and Prism was the one who kept them set properly. Lunar's focus was on Earth, not in galactic affairs like his father and mother. Prism, however, had a feeling they would come in handy sooner or later.

When everything was ready and the clocks were about to chime the hour, Lunar sent Nightlight to the teleportation controls to summon every spirit on Earth to the moon. As soon as the first synchronized chime rang out, there was a blinding flash of light as Nightlight typed in a command and the Tsar flashed as he supplemented it with his power and knowledge of all the spirits so that not one would be forgotten. Then, all of a sudden, the room was filled with the spirits, who were all shellshocked by the abrupt transfer.

As they took in the room, Lunar clapped twice, the noise cracking loudly enough to silence everybody, and bounced onto a table. There were titters of laughter, but Lunar only beamed and threw open his arms. "Welcome to our New Year's celebration!" he exclaimed, beaming around at everybody. "It's rare that I think to invite anybody up here, and Prism suggested a party, so here we are. Feel free to eat and drink whatever you like, and don't worry about exploring a little. I've blocked off the sections that you aren't allowed in, and I must ask that you respect the locks I've put in place, despite the fact that many of you could no doubt figure out how to get through them. There are many things on this ship that can do a lot of damage to you, the moon, and Earth, so be respectful and we won't have problems. The dancing will begin after we have some food. Please, enjoy!"

The spirits began to chatter at once as they all split apart to explore the enormous banquet hall. Most of them had only been on the ship once or twice, and that was only after the adventure with Obscurus. MiM, who used to be only a whispered name, full of awe and mystery, was now far more involved in the affairs of Earth, especially the Guardians, but that didn't mean that he wasn't still a mystery. They all knew he had power because he had made them. He was the one who injected what could only be described as magic into their lives and had turned them into what they were. MiM had never explained himself to any of them, so, like Jack before he'd become a Guardian, they didn't know why they'd been chosen at all. So, curious but wary, most of them stayed back and watched as the Guardians interacted with him.

Jack landed beside Nightlight while Prism and Toothiana greeted the others. "Hey," Jack said, peering at his friend. "Something wrong?"

"Nightlight isn't fond of big parties," Prism said. He turned to Nightlight. "I set up the room, if you want to leave."

"Leave?" Jack asked, wilting.

"You're welcome to come with me," Nightlight said. "I have many things I could show you."

"Sure. But I'm getting food first."

"Excellent idea," Nightlight said, and the two boys headed for the tables where the Yetis were serving food.

North and Bunnymund were arguing about Easter and Christmas again, and Prism, Toothiana, and Sandy exchanged smiles as Lunar heard the argument for the first time. His expression was puzzled, and he finally interrupted.

"Why does one have to be more important than the other?" he asked. "Wonder is no more important than Hope in a person's life. They both fade unless they're kept up properly."

North and Bunnymund looked at him in surprise. Bunnymund's ears lifted a little then he smiled as his nose twitched. "Let us have our fun, Lunar," he said. "But if we're going that route, Hope is more important than Wonder."

"Bah! Is not true!" North shot back and off they went again.

Prism chuckled at Lunar's face. "Think of them like the Sparks' twins."

Lunar relaxed. "Oh, so they like to fight like this? Fair enough. Come on, let's go get something to eat while they work this out."

"They won't," Toothiana giggled. "They've been arguing like that since the Middle Ages."

"Then they can eat when they take a break," Lunar replied, grinning.

The Guardians hung together and chatted as they ate, and North and Bunnymund eventually joined them. Though they hadn't worked out their fight, they weren't in bad moods, which proved to Lunar that their relationship was not in danger from that fight. He never liked fighting personally, and he didn't often have to. Lunar kept his eye on the clocks until it struck the next hour, and then he announced the dancing competition. Toothiana's heart sank.

"It's a competition?" she whispered to Prism.

"Mm, think of it like a talent show," Prism replied, hooking his arm through hers. "They're from all over the world, so why not see what everybody can do?" He paused. "We don't have to join in."

Toothiana hesitated then shrugged. "We've done all that practicing. Might as well go through with it."

"Brave choice," Prism replied. "Now let's watch a few. We'll go up later."

Toothiana enjoyed the talent show, though Prism could sense her unease steadily growing as the dances proceeded. When the wood fairies performed a spring serenade, her discomfort grew worse.

"We can't compare to that," Toothiana fretted softly.

Prism squeezed her arm and leaned close. "I have good news. We don't have to. Why not contrast to it and stand out instead of trying to outshine them?"

Toothiana looked at him in surprise then smiled. "That's a good idea. When is our turn?"

Prism was about to answer when he felt a burst of fear from a distance away. The fear bubbled and boiled then dashed toward them. "Hold that thought," he murmured to her, and he began weaving them through the watching crowd toward the door.

"What's wrong?" Toothiana asked.

Prism grasped her firmly as the fear came through the door. Jack and Nightlight were flying and they both looked around frantically. Prism waved, and the two boys made a beeline for them.

"We made a mistake," Jack said.

"What is it?" Prism asked.

"Well, we were doing an experiment with dreamsand," Jack said quickly.

"We added black hole shadows," Nightlight said with a grimace.

"Oh no," Prism muttered, turning to look down the hallway.

"Should we shut the doors?" Jack asked.

"That won't keep them out," Prism said tightly.

"But it would slow them down," Nightlight said.

"Them?" Toothiana asked.

"If you mix dreamsand with black hole shadows, you take the light and joy out of it, but you don't take away the magic," Prism said quietly. "And when it's fed with fear…"

Toothiana tensed as she heard the clattering of hooves. "Night Mares," she said softly.

The music cut out as a cloud of black sand exploded through the doors, an echoing whinny booming through the room. Prism slammed his hands over his ears and dropped to the floor, bracing himself for what was coming. The rush of fear was nearly overpowering, but he was actually ready for it this time and could block it. For now. Taking several deep breaths, he slowly became aware of Jack and Nightlight crouching beside him. Toothiana had her arm across his back, and he looked at her through swirling black sand.

"You okay?"

"For now," Prism said. "But I can't stave off everybody's fear forever, and it only feeds them, so they'll do anything to exacerbate it."

"Then we destroy them," Nightlight said, clutching his spear.

"How?" Jack asked.

"Break them down to sand," Prism said. "Then we need to stop them from reforming."

Prism flexed his hand and pulled a spear out of thin air. It was far more technological than Toothiana's, but when she gripped it, she immediately liked it. "Here. Use it wisely, and it will serve you well. Dishonor it, and you will regret it."

Toothiana smiled as Prism pulled out his sword. "Ready to dance?"

"With you?" Prism asked, smirking. "It would be my honor."

With that, Prism turned and swung his swords, bursting apart a Night Mare in a cloud of black sand. There was absolute chaos as the spirits screamed and tried to get away. Prism saw them scrambling away toward the other doors, but that didn't matter. The doors were locked because of sensitive technology, and they wouldn't be getting through.

Jack and Nightlight launched into the air and began to fight, and Prism looked around for the others. He and Toothiana were holding their own, but there were so many. They had multiplied rapidly with the pulse of terror that their party crashing had brought forward. Prism twirled and cut down another one then saw Lunar bound onto the table, looking furious.

"Let's get to Lunar," Prism said to Toothiana, and they began to duck and twirl, moving almost gracefully as they broke apart the Night Mares.

North suddenly appeared and grabbed Prism. "Lunar wants you."

Prism didn't hesitate. He melted into a shadow and hurried for Lunar. When he formed, Lunar cried out and reached for him. "They're ruining my party!" he said, stomping his foot in frustration. "What's happening? Why Night Mares?"

"It wasn't me," Prism said quickly. When Lunar continued to stare at him, he flushed. "I suppose you know that. Well, Jack and Nightlight were experimenting." He paused and turned to slice apart another Night Mare. More black sand rained to the floor. "So what would you like to do? Because the fear in this room is so strong that they're going to start reforming."

"Can we take away the fear?" Lunar asked. A Night Mare flew toward him and he turned and waved his hand. It exploded.

Prism frowned then shrugged. "I could try imparting bravery. But I might need help."

"Then let's get to it," Lunar said, clapping his hands.

"Have you ever done that?" Toothiana asked as she joined them.

"No," Lunar said plainly.

"Can you?"

Lunar grinned. "We're about to find out. Protect us, and we'll try and take away their food."

Prism leaned against the table and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He focused on himself. He was the Guardian of Courage. He could impart courage. He'd just never done it like this. Lunar took his hand and power rushed through him. The sounds of fighting and cries that the horses were coming back faded, and Prism found his courage. Then, with Lunar's help, he passed it along.

There was a long moment where nothing changed. Then the noises started shifting. The screams became shouts and there was a surge of power that nearly bowled over both Lunar and Prism. Prism caught his friend as he stumbled then lifted him off the table onto the floor. Lunar steadied himself then looked around, grinning.

"It worked!" he said, bouncing in place and clapping his hands with joy.

"Did it ever," Toothiana laughed.

The spirits had gone from screaming and cowering to fighting back in what appeared to be the blink of an eye. The Night Mares began to panic as their food dried up, running this way and that as they were pricked off bit by bit. Finally the hall was silent. Sand crunched underfoot as the spirits began to talk and look around.

"We are sorry for ruining your party, little Lunanoff," Nightlight said solemnly.

"You simply made it interesting," Lunar said. He got back on the table and clapped his hands like thunder again. "My apologies, everybody! There was a mishap on the ship that produced unintended consequences. But they are now cleared up. Do we want to continue?"

There was an enthusiastic cheer from the spirits, and Lunar grinned. "Well, let me just clean up then!"

With a concussive burst of power that sent them reeling, Lunar swept his arms up and every single grain of black sand in the room coalesced into a neat pile. That done, he clapped.

"Who would like to continue the dancing?"

"We will!" Toothiana said, and she grabbed Prism, who inclined his head.

Lunar looked surprised but pleased, and he nodded. "We'll begin in five minutes when everything has settled. Get ready."

Prism pulled Toothiana into the shadows again and hurried her to where he'd stored her cape. He helped her put it on then smiled at her. "You do look lovely, Toothiana."

Toothiana smiled, her cheeks pink. "Thank you. Now let's dance."

"Round two?" Prism teased.

Toothiana laughed, and Prism took her hand as Lunar called for the dances to resume. He pulled them through the shadows and reformed them in the middle of the floor. Silence fell, and Prism bowed to Toothiana then grasped her hands as music began to play.

All of the nerves that Toothiana had been feeling were gone, swept away by the thrill of battle. She swirled around, letting Prism lead her as they performed. When the last notes faded, both of them turned and bowed to Lunar, who grinned at the proper custom; nobody else had followed it because they simply didn't know better. When they straightened, Prism led Toothiana off to the side, and the next performers hurried to get ready.

Jack and Nightlight came to them, both smiling. "I didn't know you could dance, Prism," Jack said.

"There are many things I can do that you are unaware of." Prism's lips twitched. "Though the list is regrettably getting shorter."

Jack and Toothiana laughed as the other Guardians joined them. Lunar had his eyes on the dancing as he listened to the conversation, his entire body glowing with beautiful light.

"Not bad," Bunnymund said. "Thoranian Waltz?"

"You recognized it, too?" Sandy symbolized, beaming.

"I've seen it twice," Bunnymund said, but his face seemed to close up as his ears stiffened. Then he relaxed a little. "Never seen it performed like that though."

"Yeah, this cape is so cool," Jack said, lifting up the woven feathers. "How did you make this, Tooth?"

"I didn't," Toothiana said. "Prism did."

"Excellent workmanship," North complimented.

"It is quite beautiful," Nightlight agreed.

"I thought it would add flair to the performance," Prism replied. "I was worried it would interfere with her flying, but it appears I designed it correctly."

Toothiana swirled and popped into the air then settled down. "It feels unusual, but my wings aren't impeded," she said.

"Would you like to take it off?" Prism asked.

"I think so," Toothiana said. "I need more practice in wearing it before I walk around in it. I'm afraid I'll destroy it."

"I can always make you another," Prism assured her. "All I'll need are feathers and time."

"Still, help me out of this," Toothiana said.

Prism escorted her back to where he'd stored the cape, and he reached over and gently lifted it over Toothiana's wings then began to carefully fold it. He sensed people approaching, and they were uneasy.

"Hello, Toothiana," a soft, feminine voice said.

Prism didn't look up, focused on not rumpling the feathered cape.

"Hello, Bluebell," Toothiana said. "That was a lovely serenade."

"Your dance was quite enthralling," a second woman said.

"Not to mention the fight," a third added.

Toothiana smiled. "Thank you. I've had a lot of practice with both. Especially fighting."

There was a pause then Bluebell spoke. "Perhaps you could teach us how to fight like you did."

"Teach you?" Toothiana asked.

"We were woefully unprepared for those things," Bluebell said. "You were not. Teach us, please."

Toothiana thought about this. "We'll have to meet up. I'll swing by later this week and we can start there."

Priam looked up as he finished folding the cape and set it aside. He leaned against the wall and watched the colorful wood fairies murmur to themselves before agreeing.

"That sounds like a plan," Bluebell said.

"Now, I don't know about you, but I want to get back to the dances."

Prism straightened and held out his arm. Toothiana looped her arm through it, and they walked back to the group to watch as the next dance began.

"Not quite what we were expecting," Prism said in a low voice.

Toothiana only shrugged. "That's life as a Guardian."

Prism nodded. "True." He paused. "Next time, I'll teach you the Reinstinian Flutter." He smiled and winked. "Flying is involved. Though there's no fighting involved."

Toothiana grinned. "Well, it's not every day you get the chance to dance with danger, so I guess flying will have to do."

Prism laughed softly, and there was a flash of color from his skin. He sobered quickly, glancing around to see several spirits pointing and whispering. Toothiana squeezed his arm, and the two friends turned to watch the dances. It hadn't turned out how they had expected, but it had strengthened their friendship anyway. And that was something worth celebrating.