John

[winter_wisp]

Winter peeked through the window, then another, before fluttering in through the front door. He was doing his best to be silent, sneaking his way up to the bedroom and beaming as he saw John still in bed. Excitedly, he started to sing as he fluttered around the room. "Wake up! I'm home! Wake up, wake up!" he sang, letting out a little giggle, then landing on one of the bedposts.

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[winter_wisp]

"Pixies don't really wear shoes much. I only do when I'm big because flying is harder when I'm people size," Winter admitted with a shrug.

[petty_dabbler]

"Your wings are so delicate," he said, smiling a bit. "I couldn't imagine they'd be strong enough to lift you."

He shifted the basket from one arm to the other.

"Would you rather fly?"

[winter_wisp]

"I always want to fly, but I don't avoid it because my wings are delicate, I'm just not used to flying when I'm big," Winter admitted.

[petty_dabbler]

"Ah, I see. So you should practice," he decided with a nod.

[winter_wisp]

"Yeah, I guess," Winter sighed. "But practice is boring."

[petty_dabbler]

John chuckled warmly at that.

"I thought that way when I was your age," he confessed.

[winter_wisp]

"You don't even know my age," Winter insisted, though he couldn't remember if that was true or not.

[petty_dabbler]

"Old enough and younger than me. That's all I need to know," he said.

He paused.

"Most everyone is younger than me."

[winter_wisp]

"How old are you?" Winter asked, reaching for John's free hand.

[petty_dabbler]

"Old," he replied.

There was a pause.

"Do you know of the queen of your realm? I was a lad with her great grandfather."

Surely that couldn't be true. He'd be ancient.

[winter_wisp]

"But humans don't live that long," Winter replied. "And you are human. ...Aren't you?"

[petty_dabbler]

"The nature of my power keeps me young," he said. "That, and how I use it."

[winter_wisp]

"Ooooh," Winter replied, nodding a little. "I see. That's good, I want for you to live a very long time," he added, squeezing John's hand.

[petty_dabbler]

"Do pixies tend to live for a long time?" he asked.

There was quite a bit he didn't know about the different fae that peopled that realm. He'd been to court and knew many, but he knew there were many more, much wilder fae who lived freely in the land.

John wasn't ashamed to ask.

[winter_wisp]

"Not as long as fae, but much longer than humans," Winter nodded. "Pixies age very slow."

[petty_dabbler]

"Then we have plenty of time," he smiled.

John wandered the path slower than Winter, happy to stop so the pixie could add to the basket.

[winter_wisp]

"Oh! The good mushrooms," the pixie chirped, wandering off the path a little. "These are my favorite," he grinned, dropping them in the basket. "Let's find potatoes and then head back, yes?"

[petty_dabbler]

John nodded.

"I'm beginning to get hungry."

And cold, though he wouldn't complain.

He followed along to retrieve the potatoes, then they made their way back to the tower where John immediately banked the fire and lingered there to put on the kettle and warm up.

[winter_wisp]

Winter didn't seem bothered by the cold, immediately wandering into the kitchen to prep what he intended to cook and store the extra.

"Can I ask you something? About the boy. About Q," he asked still chopping away as he spoke.

[petty_dabbler]

"Of course," he said, looking over at him. "What would you like to know?"

[winter_wisp]

"If he's not your blood, who's blood is he?" Winter asked, glancing over at John. "He must be someone's blood."

[petty_dabbler]

"He's an orphan. He was lost at sea on his way to slave in the mines. But he was rescued and brought to me," John explained.

[winter_wisp]

"He's learned your magic though, not everyone can do that, no? So his blood is similar to yours, yes?" Winter asked, looking puzzled.

[petty_dabbler]

"He does have talent," he nodded. "Magic may run in his line. But we'll never know."

[winter_wisp]

"Maybe he is your blood," Winter suggested cheerfully, starting to toss mushrooms into the hot pan.