Neverland's Little Princess (Peter Pan's Sister) ON HIATUS

Fish Bitches

Heyo. Weird title, I know but it will make some sense later on. Then you'll cringe cause the title's hella stupid but oh well. New update!

When Henry started to stir, Pan was still holding Lilia close to him. The little girl was sitting daintily on his propped up knee, weaving a crown out of vines, leaves and flowers. Now that he finally had her back, Pan didn't want her out of his site, nor to be in more than two feet away from him. Lilia knew this meant that her brother was going to go into ultra protective mode for a few days, but she didn't mind much. She'd missed her brother too.

"What happened?" Henry inquired, tiredly rubbing his eyes. Pan smiled at him. "You fell asleep," he said, and Lilia, although knowing that wasn't the whole truth, remained silent. Her brother obviously had a good reason for lying to Henry. And besides; it technically wasn't a lie, since Henry did actually fall asleep. Sure, it was under the influence of a curse but did that really matter that much? She didn't think it did at least.

Henry gave him a confused look. "I did?" He asked almost skeptically. Peter chuckled lightly. "Don't worry, it was just a little cat nap," he told him assuringly, "the night's still young." Both her brother and He ray glanced at the boy's dancing around the campfire while Lilia herself added another flower to the crown she was nearly finished with, from the pile leaves, vines, and flowers she had floating beside her (courtesy of Peter).

Henry lightly furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait- wait I remember something," he said, "my dad; when I was asleep, I could've sworn I heard him calling for me." Peter feigned a look of interest and curiosity. "Really?" He asked, obviously fighting a smirk off his face—well, at least it was obvious to Lilia. Not that she was paying much attention to their conversation. She had just completed her flower and smiled in satisfaction as she gave it a once over. Putting the crown on, she decided to move on and start making a crown of leaves for Peter.

Peter's face turned sorrow as Henry "informed" him that his dad was dead. "I'm sorry, Henry," he said solemnly, "it makes sense for us to dream about the things we hope for; like your father being alive, and your mother coming to find you." Lilia knew Peter knew that Henry's dad was alive and that his apparent mother who she surmised must've been the "Emma" girl she had met in the forest a few days back was indeed looking for him. Heck, even she knew. But if Peter wasn't telling Henry that, then there must've been a good reason. Besides, she didn't care enough to tell Henry anyways.

Plus she didn't like his father. He had tried to hurt her brother.

"But eventually, you'll find new things to dream about," Peter said, offering Henry a smile, "and when you do, those dreams will start to come true." Henry looked at him curiously. "How do you know?" He asked. "Because that's what I did," Peter said and Lilia could feel his glance towards her but she was too concentrated on tying the stems of the leaves together and around the vine she had. She tuned the rest of their conversation out and smiled to herself softly as she finished the last of his crown. Peter was going to love this!

"Pete," she said, tugging gently on his sleeve and he looked down at her. With a proud smile, Lilia presented the leaf crown to him and he smiled at her adoringly. Gosh, she was so cute.

"Thank you bean, I love it," he said, ducking his head so that Lilia could place the crown on top of it. He then turned the crown into metal so that it wouldn't fall apart, doing the
Same to Lilia's flower crown, to which she laughed in delight. Her brother was the best!

Peter lifted her up off his knee and set her down before standing up himself, Henry following his lead. "I'd like to play a song," he said, smiling over to Henry, "to our guest of honour: Henry." Henry smiled back at him as Lilia jumped up in down, crying out in glee. She loved it when her brother played on the pipes. Peter has stated that they are enchanted and that she could hear them for a different reason than the boys on the island. Lilia was yet to know what that reason was, but she didn't care much. She just loved the melodic sound that the instrument made.