Starlight

04

Of course Aoife was expecting some sort of reaction. Not much goes by in Neverland without someone finding out. Dragging her small boat through the all too familiar track, she frowned when she entered her camp. Sure her camp wasn't anything much. A roughly made tent out of patchwork material, a small stone circle for a fire to sit, and numerous little things dotted around. It wasn't much, but it was her home, and as such she didn't take too kindly to trespassers.

Dropping the rope of her boat, she listened as it impacted heavily against the leafy ground. The thick cord laid soaked with sea water. Felix shuffled around tipping things over with his staff. If it caught his attention, he saw fit to seemingly knocking it over. Aoife found it all very patronising. He was younger than her. To her he was just a kid, and she was sure that to him she was the reclusive woman.

"What do you want?" There was no kindness in her voice. She wasn't going to pretend to be nice. Felix had always been a pest. He knew that, and he also knew of her dislike towards him. That's why a slow smirk appeared on his face when he heard her talk.

Putting his staff to rest on his shoulders, he looped his wrists over the wood and rested them there. "Welcome home." He smiled, it wasn't all too friendly looking. There was really no love lost between the pair of them. They didn't clash often, but whenever they crossed paths it was never good. Usually it was just a battle of wit and words, never physical. She'd lose anyway, Felix always came with company and Aoife may not be able to be hurt here, but she would still feel the pain. Neverland couldn't totally get rid of everything.

"Hm, strange, I don't remember inviting you to greet me back." Aoife's eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" She asked again, her tone turning hard as she shifted her weight and glared his way. She would get her answer, one way or another mainly because Felix usually couldn't keep silent and would let something slip.

"Humour me, Aoife." Felix stepped closer, she looked at him simply. His little band of companions loitered around with crossed arms. Anyone else would be intimidated. But quite frankly Aoife found their bravado as intimidating as a new born kitten. People often acted big to compensate for something. Aoife had no problem believing Felix was the cocky little annoyance that he was, and was for that matter overcompensating for some reason. But his friends however, silent and ever by his side...Aoife was not so sure; everyone had their own motives for their actions, right?

"The pirates, what is your business with them?"

"We were having a tea party. I'm sorry you weren't invited. But you see, you invaded the ship, and now you're intruding on my home, both the crew and I felt your company would blight the good mood." Aoife smiled and pushed past him. Walking over to the small circle of stones she took to rearranging small twigs and pieces of wood. Reaching out and rummaging in a small box she pulled out some flint. She wished for matches, but matches didn't exist here.

Felix crouched on the opposite side and looked at her. He watched as she started a fire. Aoife held her hands out and warmed them. Sailing, even for the few minutes it took to get back to the mainland, was a cold business, especially at night. "You tell jokes now?" Felix quipped, that was something he didn't know, look at her trying to be sarcastically funny.

Aoife shrugged. "I do have a sense of humour. You just don't bring it out of me."

"But the pirates do." Felix smiled and narrowed his eyes. "You shouldn't get so close to them. No good can come of it."

"Oh I'm sorry, are you looking out for me?" That she doubted highly. No one looked after anyone here. Even the Lost Boys were all in it for themselves in some way or another. They were a faction, but a faction that was selfishly driven, even at the core.