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"Oh dear, sweet child," Cheshire's sinister voice muses as the paw prints curve around a tree, "the Hatter only becomes more and more perverse with age. I do not even begin to fathom what delights he would have in mind should he realise you were once again within his grasp." Coming to another tree, the paws separate, the left side appearing on one side of the tree, the right side appearing on the other. "Tell me, what will you do now that you are home?"

"I have never seen the point in a stationary residence," the invisible cat muses to her, "There is nothing at all exciting about holding still for that long. If you are looking to rest your head, simply find a large, unoccupied mushroom."

As if to demonstrate, the paw prints vanish from the grass and a nearby mushroom suddenly bows beneath the weight of an unseen assailant. "And as for the Hatter, twere I you, I would go find your gentlemen caller the moment you felt a longing for devious intentions. I can assure you, he would be most happy to oblige."

Having flown all over the sount half of the island, HIS half of the island, Peter still he hadn't found Tink or anything interesting to do. So bored in his quest for adventure he decided to go to the human world. but flying there took forever and he never knew whered he'd end up. "But that is the fun in it after all!" he yelled as he landed in a strange little forest that, for some reason, reminded him of Neverland. He floated around searching for something interesting when he happenstanced upon a beautifal medaow of golds and greens of all hues.

Lost and alone in the woods with no light other than that glowing off of her own body made Tinkerbell's spirits drop like a rock. Clueless, on what to do and where to go she gave a deep sigh. Though to anyone who was unacquainted with fairies would find it to be rather high pitched. Her silken wings slowing down she rested upon the petal of a wildflower. What else was there to do other than wait for the sunrise to lead her away? After her recent relaxing sleep upon a human's heel she was wide awake and the strange unknown sounds of the forest kept her on guard. Okay...I think it might be best to keep moving. Who knows what kind of fairy eating mongrels live out here. Continueing on she remained to appear as a candle lit lantern of a traveler from a distance.

I wonder if Peter is looking for me. Does he even notice that I'm gone? The possibility of a no to that question sent Tinkerbell into a frenzy. Only being capable of having one emotion pass through her at a time was a major problem, though all fairies were like that. In her frenzy she flew around as if she was in a drunken craze. Clumsily bumping and bounce off of tree trunks, randomly zig zagging through the unknown forest.

As Tink randomly flurries through the darkened forest, a clash of thunder sounds above the wooded canopy. As that same moment, Tink bounces off of one of the tree trunks and finds herself thrown into a grand clearing. Shaded emerald grass shudders softly as the storm winds pick up, the clearing framed by the tall protective timbers surrounding the courtyard. A magnificent, archaic mansion stands at the end of the grassy stretch, surrounded by covered, flickering torch lights determined to withstand the troubled winds.

The small meadow leads into a lavish garden. Paths carved of weathered stone, flanked by wild flowers and overgrown roses, are decorated by an occasional pillar garnished with climbing ivy and thick moss. The breach in the forest canopy extends over the entirety of the courtyard, exposing the unfriendly clouds and initial smatterings of rain. On the other side of the clearing, opposite of the main residence, Tink sees fine stables and an enclosed pavilion, also ornamented with wild growth.

"I've got some business to attend to at the coast," Molly replies as the meat cooks up. Now that the critters were seasoned, she lets Red take over the cooking there while she returns her attention to the soup. "I'm looking for someone, and I've heard he's heading that way. So, that way it be. It dun matter who he is, cause you haven't heard of him anyway," she finishes slightly tartly, marking the end of any line of questioning that could have come out of that statement. She takes to stirring the orange coloured soup, and it starts to radiate a warm, richly flavoured scent.

Shaking off the unpleasantness that the coast reminds her of, Molly draws out the laddle. "You want a taste?" she asks Red with a smile, "or you want it to be a surprise?"