Tree Pixie ·Robbie Kay·

Chapter Two

The feeling of complete and utter adrenaline is something that you just can't shake from your veins. It's the bodies natural responce to anything remotely terrifying, and no amount of jittery hands nor bouncing legs can rid you of it. It makes your heart pound against your chest and your head whirl...but in a good way, a way that almost nothing else can.

With the hot wind blowing against me, a certain redness dusted my cheeks. Sweat sat heavily against my hairline uncomfortably, the back of my hand rising to wipe it away and back onto my forest green shorts. My irises shrunk and disappeared into the vast sea of purple around them, narrowing sharply onto my newly found target.

My nose twitched slightly, a sign of intense concentration. I took a deep breathe, a quiver of excitement scraping down my bony spine like quivering claws of anticipation. Goosebumps lifted delicately from my skin, the hair on my arms prodding up. This was the feeling, adrenaline, at it's work.

The corners of my lips raised from their relaxed position, pushing my cheeks into a soft smile. With a joyous leap, my feet pushed themselves from the rough bark beneath them.

For a second, I was in the air, my breath being swooped away by the wind. It promptly returned to me as my feet met another solid surface. The bark underneath me once again was being smothered by my rather small feet, but not bark from the same tree.

I wiggled my toes, relishing in the feeling the rough texture under them. It almost tickled, really, and I couldn't help but to look back at the tree I was once perched on. It's long, narrow trunk was gigantic, and it's leaves the size of my hand. It was one of many that were twisted into the vast forest.

I sighed once more, leaning against the new tree and resting my eyes for a short moment. As I did so, a strong breeze blew, shaking the swaying tree. I almost felt like I was in a boat, and immediately imagined what it would have been like if my tribe had not been native to Neverland, but to sailor life on the wide, deep ocean. Would I have gotten the chance to age, unlike here? How different it truly would be.

After wiping the small smile from my face, I concentrated back on what I was doing. The stuffy air of the island was almost unbearable, every single jump making another bead of sweat drip from my brow. I could feel my fists clenching at my sides, and my eyes darted off to find another target. My ears perked as they tried to pick up on every sound they could, honing in on every single thing that made a noise.

As I lept once more, I couldn't help but to snap my attention towards an odd thudding noise. It was dull, like the noise that you hear when you drop a heavy object on the ground. I rolled my shoulders, shaking my head to rid my thoughts of the distraction. I was always notorious for getting too easily distracted, a trait that was said to have run through generation after generation in my family.

"I really need to stop doing that..." I muttered quietly to myself.

My voice was coarse and rough from staying so quiet for long. Talking was definitely something I tended not to do very often, only because there was no need for it. Most the time I kept my mouth shut unless I deemed it necessary to use my voice, whether it be to ward off animals or call them to me, or simply to give myself a small sliver of company or comfort. Sometimes the occasional groan of annoyance of squeal of delight would escape my mouth, but only very rarely. There was no need to be a loudmouth in a forest where the only thing that would hear me would be animals or extremely dangerous boys, which would probably be simply overjoyed to hunt me down.

I felt a very light weight settle on my bare shoulder, as well as the gentle pinch of sharp claws. I turned to my side, a sly grin on my face as I saw what had landed on it.

"Hello there, and what a pretty little thing you are," I whispered, keeping my voice quiet enough to not startle the animal.

The feathers of the bird sat atop me were bright and colorful, the whole being probably no bigger than the size of my palm. It's beak was short and stubby, with long legs to keep its fat body above ground. I let out a breathy laugh through my nose, the sight of the bird enough to make me giggle.