Bah. I'm bored. Wheee.


Oneshot: Dance of The Pixies?

The sun slowly set upon Tuti, turning twilight to dusk. The wildlands rustled with the sounds of animals preparing to sleep, and the little folk slowly waking up.

Claire fluttered in and out of the long grass, absentmindedly humming a song which she had been hearing repeatedly since waking up. The source of which she was currently looking for, if for nothing else, to get it to stop.

Or Creator forbid, to find something to do.

"Oh!"

Lost in her thoughts, she had nearly crashed into a pixie, who though only a few inches tall, was a head taller than her.

" Hmmm...?"

Claire flittered to the ground gracefully, then stood back up again and brushing her dress down, looked around and asked,

"What are you doing?"
"Practicing."
"What kind of practice?"
"Dance."
"Funny kind of dance."

Which indeed it was, for the pixies were merely sitting on the ground, or on toadstools looking depressed. Some sighed.

The pixie she was talking to sighed as well.

"We're supposed to be doing a dance for the Pixie Ball, but though some of us actually know how to dance, we just can't create a dance."

Claire hummed while she thought, then grinned.

"Okay. I'll help you! Play the song!"

The pixie looked at her, then decided it wouldn't hurt and turned on the raydio (solar powered radio invented by the pixies)

"This is the chorus," She told Claire.

Claire thought for a while turned her head here, then there, then raised her leg, then the other leg, then did a weird body wave thing.

She nodded.

"I can work with this."

The pixie looked incredulous.

"Show us."

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She wowed them.

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The sun was about to rise when Claire finally headed home to sleep. She thought about the pixies she had met and smiled broadly to herself.

flashback

Claire told them sternly.

"Let's meet two suns from now, okay? And practice at home. Very important!"

"Can't wait!"

And she sped home.

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Few suns later, after practicing again and again and again and again and....Well, you get the idea, the pixies had gotten it.

Claire beamed.

"Excellent! You're going to knock the elder pixies' beards off!"

The pixies clapped excitedly, whispering among themselves as they headed home.

"We're gonna do it!"
"Bet she's just being optimistic."
"Think we suck"
"I like chocolate cake!"

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"Okay, show me."

So they did.

"Late!"
"Early"
"Again!"
"Again!"
"Again!"
"AGAIN!"

Claire yelled.

"What is wrong with you today? Tell me! Seven suns ago, you were perfect! What is this?!"

The pixies looked at each other, fidgeted. Each thinking: It's been so long since we've done this. Not the same if we don't do it together. Need a moment to remember.....Just. Please....... Another chance....Don't be angry, don't be angry.......Another chance.......Please......

Claire looked at them. Her lower lip trembled. In a low voice, she repeated.

"What is this."

And she fled.

....................

There was a moment's pause. The pixies looked at each other. Then away, nervously.

"We made Claire mad...."

Who said that?

The pixies looked around, then at the ground.

Fidgeted.

Then one by one, they excused themselves and left.

A slow crawl, then when out of sight, a fleet footed sprint, as if running from something.

Or perhaps.... Towards something?

......................

Claire trembled with suppressed rage, disappointment and...regret?

flashback

"Claire! We're going to the Glen to practice for the Faerie Ball, you coming?"

She shook her head, said no, she was doing something, a project, when in actuality, she was blocking for the pixies. Her heart ached, she wanted to dance...But she also wanted to do it for the pixies....

"Claire! Two suns! You haven't handed in this piece of work for two suns, Claire! If you don't buck up, your grades are going to fall!"

And Claire could not reply, could not say it was a misunderstanding. For it was true, anyway. She had spent her time polishing up the dance moves for the pixies.

It was a sacrifice. But worth it......

...Right?

Claire trembled.

"They have no idea what I've done for them......."

...................

A voice.

Then another.

Then yet another.

"Claire."
"Claire..."
"Claire?"
"Claire!"
"CLAIRE!"

She looked up. Saw their faces. Then remembered.

It was them.

The pixies.

Of course it was worth it.

She paused. Worth... it? Wor-th it?

She slapped herself. Of course it was!

They were her friends after all.

Her lower lip trembled as she looked up at them. Different faces, some pale, some dark, some tall, some....even shorter than Claire (Note. Chip) All looking concernedly down at her.

Her big brown(ish) eyes looked up at them.

"I..shouted at you....Do you hate me?"

And the smiles she got in response, the hands that reached out, were more than an answer.

"Let's go dance."

And they did.




Wheeeeeeee. P.S, Bella's world does not include selfishness, revenge, unforgiveness, or anything of that kind. That, and exaggeration form this story.

To those who actually manage to read to this point,

Have a cookie (virtual) (:

one-tee landers at 7/05/2009 11:54:00 PM