The Diary of Joy

Chatterbox

6. Peace, the year of the Phoenix

Dear Angel,

Today was an interesting day for me because I could finally see how much my brother Chatterbox really cared for me, no matter all the disagreements we often have.
As I was minding my own business chasing beautiful butterflies in the immense expanse of my favorite meadow, something unexpected happened.
Thoroughly lost in my game of chase with those mischievous little rascals as I was, I didn't even notice two small shadows approaching me until it was too late.

The Pixies of the Stone Circle suddenly flew out of their hiding places and tackled me to the ground.

Now don't get me wrong, pixies are usually nice enough, but sometimes their mischief rivals even that one of my sister which might be difficult to believe.
Most of the time it's just innocent joking or wrestling (which not everyone likes), but sometimes they can go a bit overboard.
Unfortunately, because of my sparkling uniqueness, their jokes often escalated into something that is not funny at all.

As I try to wiggle out of their reach I can see them laughing at me and at my butterfly caused daze.
It's difficult for me to look at them since we seem so similar, and yet I truly hope that we are as different as we can be.

When it comes to physical appearance we are of a similar size and both the Pixies and I have pointy ears.
But while I wear colorful and cheerful clothing that reflects my different moods, they always seem to be wearing the same green outfits which are dull, if you ask me.
However, our behaviors differ significantly because what they consider to be a funny joke doesn't amuse me at all.

That was actually how I got myself in the situation of being thoroughly disliked by them, by stopping one of their 'fun' games that I thought was going too far.
The thing about pixies is that they have this unnatural need to ride horses for pleasure and to make tangled ringlets in their mane.
Most of the time I don't interfere in the lives of others, I don't stick my fairy nose in other people's business, but one day they tried to do the same to aunt Clementine.
Although she told them not to do it, that she didn't like it, they decided to ignore her requests to leave her be and ride her anyway, and make a mess out of her mane.

That made me so angry, aunt Clem is one of the nicest beings I know and if she refuses something it means she really doesn't like it but the pixies didn't seem to care.
So I flew to them and started yelling at them and threatening to call all the members of my family to cast them away and luckily I managed to scare them away.
Although they never bothered aunt Clem again, their focus seemed to have shifted to me and that is how I found myself in that situation yesterday.

It has been a while since they started playing their little jokes on me, but more often than not they were just harmless little things that weren't worth mentioning to my parents but yesterday... I could feel that they would go too far even before they did so.

After so rudely tackling me to the ground, they picked me up and no matter how much I struggled I couldn't get away, there were just too many of them.
As they carried me off, fear started taking me firmly under its hold because I had no idea what they might or might not do.
When I saw that we were approaching the lake, I started panicking even more.

For you see, some fairies can have their wings wet and it wouldn't be such a big deal, but I still haven't got accustomed to that situation. Besides, my hybrid wings seem to have a different texture than the fairy wings so any amount of water on my wings bothers me immensely.
Sometimes it just causes me to fly in erratic patterns, but other times it can cause me to fall down.
What was worse, if they threw me into the lake, I wasn't sure I would be able to come to the surface because I am not accustomed to the weight of wet wings.

"Let her go." A familiar voice said before they had the chance to go through with their plan.
I could only catch a glimpse of him, but even from that, I could see how powerful and tall he looked in comparison to the pixies slender stature.
They wavered but didn't let go of me immediately and that seemed to anger my brother.
"If you don't let go of my sister this very minute, I will make your life so difficult that you would wish you never even met us. I'm a human, I know how to do that." Chatterbox said.

The pixies looked at each other with wide eyes and upon realizing that what he was saying was the truth, they thought better of dumping me in the lake and instead just let me go and disappeared.
I could barely open my wings in time not to crash into the ground nose first.

"Thank you, Chatterbox," I said earnestly.
"No problem, sis. If they ever give you trouble, just come to me, I will protect you." He said.

I did my best not to become too emotional because he wasn't so good with dealing with overemotional people, but I was overwhelmed with joy that no matter what my brother does or says he was and always will be there for me in my time of need.
We might often disagree, and he might hurt my feelings sometimes, but we love each other as much as any siblings do and even more because in a way I chose the twins as my siblings.

As I told you before, I was the one who found them in the forest, but it's even more than that, it's like we found each other.
We found kindred spirits in each other, despite all our differences and petty arguments.
That doesn't mean that we always get along well, but it does mean that we are always there for each other and that we support one another no matter what.
When we were younger we did have some rough patches as well, but I guess that is true for all the siblings.

I remember this one time when we were really young and Chatterbox and I were playing together when suddenly we got into a heated argument.
We were playing with a small ball, but at one point we had a disagreement about how we should play with it, he wanted to play one game and I wanted a different one.
To settle the argument, I decided to put the ball away so that neither one of us could play with it.

As I put the ball away, Chatterbox reached his hand out to steal it away and quick as lightning, I bit him.
The moment I did that, I got scared of the punishment and ran away to hide in the woods by going to the top of the highest tree and hiding in its branches.
Never before had I done something like that, and I was so scared what my parents would think or do.
Although I didn't regret making my point, I did wish I did it differently since violence was never the solution.

I worried if I had actually hurt my brother and if everyone would be mad with me, so I couldn't just stay still on the tree, I kept fidgeting and worrying.
Since the anticipation was even worse than anything I could imagine I decided to go back and face the consequences of my actions.
Of course, the consequences were not as severe as I imagined, but to this very day, I have never done anything similar although Chatterbox has driven me crazy more than once over the years.

Since the moment he arrived at our house, Chatterbox was very comfortable unlike his brother, and he was always completely himself which was both great and exhausting at times.
He can talk at lengths about the simplest things and it seems as he never truly stops talking.
It's like he can't stand the silence, he has to fill it with something, even if it's just the meaningless chatter.
Most of the time it's not a problem, but sometimes he expresses his opinion... too forcibly, I guess you could say, and I really dislike that.
Nevertheless, he is still my goofy overprotective brother and I love him to pieces.

Oh, it's already dinner time. Time flies by like a hummingbird.
I have to go and get ready for dinner because mom will get furious if I am late again.
Honestly, angry mom is something I would like to avoid as much as possible.

Sincerely,

Joy