"Well I just like being around the camp because everyone always drops bits of food at mealtimes," a little mouse says, watching me sew as the sun is starting to come up.
"Well that makes sense though you should be careful as there is a snake right here in my lap," I gesture to Bippo, coiled up and relaxing in my lap.
"I'm always careful of her, I try not to get near her but I know you'll protect me for the time being," it says.
"Well just for now because I'm sewing, plus she ate yesterday so she won't be hungry for at least a few days," I say then the mouse runs out as Bippo stirs.
"Mice are always annoying, too small to be very filling and very quick," she comments.
Bippo slithers up to my shoulders, Legs being up on the ceiling at the moment, she wraps around my neck then looks at my wings.
"It must annoy you to have such long hair with such sensitive wings," she says then flicks her tongue along the edge of my wing, making me tense up as a chill crawls up my spine.
I pull her away from my wings and calm down, "I'm used to my hair, the most it does is tickle my back, it doesn't bother my wings. Your tongue however, is an entirely different sensation," I say.
At this point Darren opens the lid of his coffin and sits up, stretching his arms before looking over.
"Oh, you're still watching Bippo?" he asks.
I look over, "She just came over and started hanging out with me," I say then send her back to the sleeping Evra.
"Don't you need sleep? Have you been up all night?" Darren asks.
"I believe you meant to reverse those questions," I say and continue sewing, "Yes, I've been up all night and I actually need very little sleep, I just enjoy sleeping so I do it more than I really need at times," I reply.
"So how much sleep do you really need?" he asks.
"The minimum I need is two hours," I say, "I'll take a nap later after I finish my outfit, I'm nearly done with my top, the skirt will be simple."
"How do you survive on only two hours of sleep a night?" Darren asks.
"It's two hours every four days and I survive quite easily," I reply simply and finish my red top by sewing on the last sequin.
"Wow, faes are amazing," he says.
"Thank you," I say then stand up and stretch, my wings fluttering before I walk over to him and kneel beside his coffin, "You're up early."
"Well I heard you talking to Bippo so that woke me up," he says.
"Sorry if I was talking too loud," I say as my wings flap very slowly, they do this when I'm relaxed.
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Cirque du Freak: The Fae
FanfictionI'm a freak in the best sense of the word but I didn't think that until I joined the Cirque. I have wings and I can understand creatures like animals and insects. I kept it hidded all my life until someone tossed out a flyer for a freak show.
