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[On a teeny tiny communicator made of acorns and fairy dust and BELIEF is Tim. Who has an acorn top as a hat. Oh and wings. He has wings, too. They're still for the moment, but they twitch and he lifts off his tiny branch in his very big tree every now and then, because HOW DO SIT STILL.]

Hey! Listen!

[No that's all you get for now. Timkerbell is Navi. Good luck.]

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[It was always so hard to go anywhere when the wind was gusting. Tim struggled to fly onward, his eyes tearing up as the wind stung. It would have been so much easier if he could just walk like a human boy. It would be so much easier if he WAS a human boy. No more flying everywhere and not being heard and oh goodness that wind.

It barreled him over, head over heels over head over heels and wings and heels, through the air until he hit a tree, or a rock, or a person. Tim groaned; at least he hadn't landed on his head. Being a fairy was not what it was cracked up to be.]

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[Robin often found himself wandering through the woods, ~brooding~ and ~searching~ for anything that might be able to tell him what had happened to Summer. It was better to do it without Jon, who liked bringing up the subject of SHE'S DEAD MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIFE, which usually ended in bickering, and a practically rehearsed speech about how she was alive and he was going to find her, so he'd left Jon back in town while he'd head off.

This all meant that as the wind started blowing, he'd been a little distracted, caught up in his own thoughts, when something collided with his vest. Fortunately, his distraction didn't impede his reaction time, and he managed to catch whatever it was in both hands before it hit the ground.

It was a fairy, one he recognized, and he carefully brought his palms up to be more eye level with the little guy.]

Hi Tim. You okay?

[He could have had a worse landing, Tim reasoned. He'd had worse in the past, and as he rolled over, trying to get to his feet, he managed to step on his wing. Yelping, Tim jumped, hovering with a few flaps before landing in Dick's hand again to inspect his wing. His hat was all askew.]

Been better, [he said in that high pitched voice that just means TINY THING TALKING.] Wait - Robin? [Hovering again! He r happy to see you, buddy.] Any luck finding your one true love?

[Aww, he r happy to see you too. c:] Not yet. But as soon as I do, I'll bring her to introduce you.

[He looked him over quickly. He saw that accidental step on your wing.] How's your wing?

You better, I want to see ho keeps you so busy looking. Want some fairy dust? It might help. I mean, maybe. I'm not exactly fool proof with it. [Pout. Wing rub. rub rub rub. Timk shrugs.] It'll be fine. Nothing tore!

Good. I lost the map to the nearest fairy hospital. [Robin still likes bad jokes. :c] And if you think it'll help, then I'm sure it will. I've got faith in you.

How do you know about the fairy hospitals? [HOVERING RIGHT UP IN YOUR FACE.] Those are supposed to be a secret. [Big tiny smile. C: Also Timk is zipping up and...twirling or something over Dick's head. HERE'S THAT FAIRY DUST HE PROMISED.]

The whole faith thing is such a misconception...but I like it.

I have my ways. [Big regular size smile. C: He jokingly flinches when the dust hits him before straightening and peering up at Tim as best he can, without getting any of it in his eyes.]

Well, I didn't mean general belief in fairies - you're kind of hard to ignore - more like, you don't give yourself enough credit.

It is a nice concept though.

[Fairy dust deposited, Tim landed on Dick's head, crawling toward to peek over his hair, looking at him upside down.]

I don't?

[Which is kind of a weird angle to be carrying conversation with, but we can make it work.] Nope.

So, what've you been up to? It's been a while since we crossed paths.

[Timk's a fairy. He's the king of weird angled conversations.]

Oh, you know. Being blown around and stepping on my wings, looking for a witch or wizard to make me human without taking my soul or my eyes...You haven't met anyone like that, have you?

[So basically, you're a weird little dork in every reality?]

Not yet. My history with witches and wizards hasn't exactly been pleasant. But, I guess there's always hope. Just don't talk to the mermaid in the moat.

[...Basically.]

Oh, me, are you kidding? I have a cat's tail's chance on Wheelbarrow Road of getting him out of there. [He holds his hand up, still upside down, an shows a short distance between his thumb and forefinger.] I'm very small, in case you hadn't noticed.

[And for some reason, your brother likes you anyway.]

I had, actually. But apparently the granting three wishes thing works more often than you'd think. [He just wants you to be careful in this whole wanting to be human thing, Timk.] I'm sure you'll find someone. And if I ever do, I'll be sure to send them your way.

I'm not that desperate. Well, maybe. I might have practiced on a log, once. To see if I could lift it with fairy dust? It didn't work.

Maybe start smaller? Have you tried it on, I don't know, apples? Cherries? Very small rocks?

Pebbles. I can't do pebbles. [Upside own sadface Dick. He's gonna hang out on your hair, hope that's okay. :c]

[That is totally fine. c:] What qualifies as a pebble?

[Tim holds out both hands - which means he has to hover to keep his position - and makes a circle with his hands, fingertips not quite touching.] This qualifies.

[Sherene hears a noise nearby, like a tiny musical instrument crashing into a solid object, and turns in its direction; immediately she spots something sparkling squished up against a tree branch. Cautiously, she approaches, and -

A fairy! How exciting. Very, very carefully, she dislodges him, cupping her fingers around him to shelter him from the wind.]

[Ohhh, his head. He must have lost his hat somewhere, but he feels like his pulls must be jumbling around his head, because for a few seconds his vision is blurry. Tim holds his head as he's lifted - then he realizes he's being lifted and curls up, arms out as if to fend off a particularly sympathetic attacker.] Nodon'teatme!

[She looks bewildered for a moment, then shakes her head at him emphatically, opening her hands a little to show he's free to go if he wants. Silly, she's not going to eat you!]

[Tim peeked out from between his arms to catch that emphatic head shaking, and very slowly he uncurled, standing up to start brushing himself off.] Um - sorry about that, it was instinct, I guess. You're so big. I mean, I'm so small. I mean - where's my hat?

[He flattened both hands against his head, and took on a dismayed look.] Did you step on it? It looks like an acorn!

[She lifts her feet very delicately, being careful to look before she puts them back down again. No crushed acorns - but then she spots what looks like a likely candidate for a fairy hat just beneath the branch he crashed into. She bends down to pick it up, then offers it to him on one fingertip. There we go, no harm done.]

You found it! [That might be the sound of Tim crowing, jumping up in the air, pumping both fists. LIFE IS AWESOME SHE FOUND IT. He takes the hat from her finger, flourishing a little bow before straightening and putting it on his head.] Thank you, my lady. I'm Tim. Who are you?

[She automatically tries to say 'I'm Sherene', but her mouth just makes the shapes without any sound coming out. Then she gives a dejected little frown. This is kind of sucking.]

[Well that's curious and odd. Tim tilts his head to the side, hat coming dangerously close to falling off.] Can't you speak?

[She pouts a bit and shakes her head. Then attempts a mime: singing, then drawing her fingers away from her mouth as if pulling something out and giving it away.]

[Miming is extremely curious. Tim hovers, frowning as he tries to understand - he even flits in to take a look down her throat, just to make sure nothing was stuck. Once he was satisfied, he backed off.] You lost your voice? No - was it taken?

[She shakes her head when he starts talking, then nods vigorously at the second suggestion - then another mime, doing a sort of bent-over old hag sort of thing with wiggly fingers to suggest witchcraft.]

A witch! An old witch? I love charades! [Tim grinned - then realized this probably wasn't very funny for her, and sobered.] Why did she do that?

[He is not the first person to ask this, and it's a difficult thing to explain when you are both mute and illiterate. However, there are other ways. She digs around in a pocket for a folded piece of parchment, unfolds it and holds it up for him.]

[Oh. Hm. Tim's flying in close to examine the pictures, flitting from panel to panel.] You used to be green? Oh...your prince broke your heart. [Tiny fairy DDDDDDD: face. HE FEELS FOR YOU, SHERENE.]

That's awful! Can I do something? I'll find the witch, and - and-- [...throw fairy dust balls at her. or something.]

[She shakes her head. How to explain. She taps 'surprised, mute Sherene' and indicates herself, then taps the last two panels and makes a sort of 'forward' gesture, trying to indicate that these are two possibilities for the future and not something that has actually happened yet.]

This is getting complicate, [he mutters to himself, pushing at his acorn to scratch his head.] Push? Shove? Should I shove the witch? Wait...[He flits back down to study the last two panels.] Oh! [And then h flies a loop de loop before hovering very close in front of her face.] They haven't happened yet! There's still time!

[Sherene nods and gives a big thumbs-up. Yes! This is exactly the case! And then she holds up three fingers to elaborate on precisely how much time she still has.]

[He is hugging her face. That is how happy Timk his. Facehugging happy. But when she holds up her fingers, he flies over to stand with hit feet on either side of her middle finger, holding onto it as he frowns.]

Three...Months? Weeks? ....Days? [D:]

[She lifts her free hand to make a 'smaller' gesture with her thumb and forefinger, but when he hits on 'days' she just nods. It's a hard life.]

But that's not a lot of time! [Flying right up in her face again, hands on her cheeks. Hope you like looking cross eyed.] Do you know who he is? Do you need help? I can give you fairy dust!

[She just gives him a rather consternated look, partly because it's difficult to answer multiple questions while mute and partly because she isn't sure how the application of fairy dust will help this situation.]

Oh - sorry. [He backs up, looking sheepish. Hands behind his back and everything.] Can I help?

[She smiles sadly and shakes her head, shrugging. Probably not. It's very sweet of you to offer, though.]

[Tiny sadface, an he comes in to stand on her shoulder, putting a hand on her cheek. He has to stretch. :C]

I can give you some fairy dust? Maybe that will help!

Listen to what? [WHY ARE YOU SO TINY. :|]

Me! [WAVING. I'M HERE DO YOU SEE ME C:]

[I DO. :|] Well, okay, I'm listening.

...Do you know how to make me human?

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