We were so similar in so many ways. Maybe that was why I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight.
We sat, still and silent, for a long time. I could sense the sun was going to rise soon and sighed. He looked up at me and I smiled apologetically.
"I need to be getting home," I explained, "I think it's alright for you to leave. The wolves shifted too much last night so they should be dead to the world about now. If you don't feel comfortable leaving then you can always stay here until I come back... I doubt you'll want to do that though," I grinned at him. I figured he'd want to keep some of his dignity.
"I can make it home myself," he snapped but his heart didn't seem to be in it. I just kept smiling cheerfully as I stood up. I moved away from him but I hesitated.
"Will you meet me again?" I asked quietly, "Tomorrow, here, at dawn, maybe?" His eyes scanned my face swiftly before he answered.
"I'll try to," he answered. I shot him a sweet and sunny smile before allowing the secret Pixie World to pull me home. It's an ancient magic to ensure that only Pixies can enter our world. The last thing I heard was Mazany's gasp. I chuckled softly. The next second I was standing outside our home. Or maybe palace was more like it. Nature was our God or Goddess and the council members were our royal family. My father was the 'King' of this little world. Other council members were 'Kings' or 'Queens' of other secret worlds scattered across the earth.
"It's about time you got back," I heard Ice mutter, "Father's been frantic. I told him you were just spending a night in your secret place away from home to practice connecting to Nature." I spun around to confront her. I was about to demand why she had bothered waiting for me (it wasn't her normal behaviour) then her words clicked and I remembered I owed her. I closed my mouth and she smirked. Ice gestured for me to follow her inside. Reluctantly I did as she said. Frowning at the ground. The grass had a familiar morning dew and it was so entrancing that I walked smack into Ice. She'd stopped at the doorway to the house and I hadn't seen her. I raised my eyes to hers and she glared at me.
"Watch it, Lil Sis," Ice snapped. Then her face changed to indifferent Pixie. She glanced over her shoulder at the house then turned to face me. "I'm going to carry on ensuring that Father isn't suspicious so you're going to have to trust me, alright?" Ice demanded. I nodded mutely. She stared at my arm and a slashing pain occured. I was about to yell in pain but Ice had slapped a hand across my mouth. I shot her a furious look. One of Ice's 'gifts' was she was able to create physical injury without touching them. She could also heal physical ailment although I don't know how she does it. There's a lot she keeps from me, from everyone.
Ice met my gaze, unflinching. The wound was already healed over but my dress was stained with my blood. When she was sure I wouldn't yell she removed her hand.
"What was that about?" I whispered angrily.
"Just follow my lead. You need a plausible reason for being late and I'm giving it to you. No one can know you've made friends with a Kistune," Ice sneered. "You must act weak, not that it'll take much acting for you to seem weak. We're going to go in, I'm going to look like I'm helping you walk and we're going to be having a whispered arguement. You still stink of were-wolves and hopefully no one will recognize the Trickster smell or if they do they'll think the wolves have been tormenting a Kistune and the smell has come from them. Sticking to the truth as much as possible, OK?"
"Yes," I hissed. Then we went inside.