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Prompt 5 (Snow Fairies): On a cold winter night, when the moon is nearly full and bright in the sky, you hear laughter. At first, you can't place it, but then you feel little pokes and prods, tugs on your hair, your clothes. Sometimes you think you see something out of the corner of your eye--a small, icy body. Sometimes you hear wings flapping in the night. As long as you are out in the cold, you feel eyes on you and you find yourself the target of small mischief from what seems to be icy little fairies, though they move too fast for you to see or grab. They never speak, only laugh. When you go inside, or venture anywhere with too much light or heat, they seem to disappear and do not bother you again.
Characters: Noelle Fischer and Pyper the Mauvian.
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The moon hung high in the sky as Noelle went out for a nightly patrol. She felt like maybe she’d gotten a bit stronger since her last battle. But Pyper, her mauvian friend, still insisted on coming with her on these excursions. Just to be safe.
The night air was cool, and little snowflakes were beginning to fall from above. Noelle smiled as she gently squeezed her henshin pen she was holding. The holidays were almost upon them, and she was in a good mood. Christmas was one of her favorite holidays. She stood in the park, dancing in the snow. She stuck her tongue out and tried to catch a snowflake.
Pyper rolled her eyes at her pal. “Come on, we’re supposed to be keeping an eye out for suspicious activity,” she sighed. That’s when she suddenly felt a tug at her whiskers and a high pitched giggle that sounded like bells. Her eyes widened and her tail bristled. “Wh-what was that?” she hissed, wrinkling her nose. The feeling of her whiskers being pulled was definitely unpleasant.
“Oh come one, have a little fun,” Noelle laughed, not really noticing Pyper’s distress.
Pyper grumbled and padded over to the young girl. “We need to keep our guard up. And I think…there’s something here with us,” she whispered, glancing around nervously. Out of her peripheral vision she saw just a glimpse of something sparkly white fly by. And then there was a tug at her tail and she hissed again. “Stop that!”
“Stop what?” Noelle finally asked, staring at her feline friend. Her hands were on her hips and her breath was visible in the air as she huffed in irritation. Surely whatever Pyper was talking about could wait.
Just then Noelle felt a tug on her scarf. As she looked down to see what was pulling on it, the scarf whipped up in a sudden cold breeze, smacking her in the face. “Phhh,” she mumbled, swatting the scarf back down and smoothing it down over her coat. She grumbled in frustration, and the sound of laughter could be heard.
“Weird…” she mumbled. Then something extremely cold touched her cheek. She shivered and swatted at the area near her face. There were peels of laughter again, and this time they both DEFINITELY heard it.
Noelle attempted to get a better view, but no matter how hard she stared and squinted, all she saw was falling snow. But the tugging at her clothes continued. And Pyper was at a loss for what they should do. The cat batted at the air with her paws, but it was to no avail. The pair probably looked ridiculous, standing in the park, swinging the their arms around and staring at the sky.
“Let’s just…get out of here,” the mavuian whined, wishing the shenanigans would end. The persistent pulling and tugging seemed to go on forever.
“F-fine,” Noelle agreed, huffing a bit. This was ruining her night out. But oh well. Whatever they were dealing with, there wasn’t much they could do . So they both headed back to the house, running as fast as they could. “Maybe we can lose them if we hurry!” Noelle called out as she sprinted down the sidewalk.Pyper hightailed it after her.
Soon, in the distance they could see their destination. “We’re almost there!” Upon entering the house, the warmth washed over them and it seemed like all signs of the fairies up and disappeared.
“Are they gone?” Pyper asked, breathing heavily and peeking out from her hiding place behind the Christmas Tree that decorated the living room.
“Yeah I think so,” Noelle replied, flopping down in a big easy chair across from the fireplace. The fire burned brightly. Maybe she’d go to bed early. Once she was safe in her warm bed, she’d easily fall asleep. And then she could forget about those pesky fairies.
(WC: 646)
