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Snow Fairies (4) : 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.
It was nice, living with Ainsley in the big, warm house. Noisy sometimes, but humans were like that. It was still weird that he felt like the violet eyed girl was so familiar, but he put it down to the girl having taken care of him after she found him in that hollow tree. While he didn't like baths, he had tolerated that first one she put him through since it got rid of the snow clinging to his thick and fluffy fur. Not to mention the burrs and other bits of nature debris that he couldn't get rid of himself.
That chill that those bloody rabbits had given him finally faded after a few days and he was finally able to get warm. His favorite place to sleep was either on the couch or on Ainsley's bed, especially when her body heat made it even warmer. He would never again take such warmth for granted. And yet, he found himself outside once more, stalking something he could not quite lay eyes on in the snow. He had been laying in the dying sun on the carpet by a large glass door. When night began to fall, his sleepy eyes caught movement.
What was that? He sat up then and looked harder, catching glimpses of something moving out there. While Alexis was not a normal cat, he had learned behaviors from watching some of them during his time on Earth. Curiosity had been something he had picked up from some of the felines he had known. Working the door open just enough, he squeezed his (only slightly chunky) body out of the house and into the cold. Ugh. Why had he done this again? The lights had not yet come on outside and something yanked on a bit of his fur before flitting off into the night.
Alexis leapt into the snow, cursing himself but unable to stop. The further away from the house he got, the more little flittering things he could see. And then more little things kept pulling at his fut. He could hear a tinkling laughter on the wind, and hear buzzing wings near his ears. At those, he flung his paws out to bat them away from his sensitive ears. "Putain de fées," he cursed, trying again to catch one of the buzzing creatures with his paws that suddenly seemed so much clumsier than they usually were. He got further away from the house and they seemed to be all around. It was when enough of them tried to pick him up by grabbing tufts of his fur that he yowled and twisted his body to get loose from them.
He was done dealing with these petits bâtards, and scrambled back through the snow toward the house. He could hear their laughter following him, and he hissed to keep them away from his fur. The closer he got to the house, the less he heard and felt the fairies. Finally, he was inside once more and those créatures had not followed him in. He was never leaving the house in winter again.
