<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Tori couldnt help the grin on her lips that only widened as she was pulled close. The feel of his arm around her waist. Happy thoughs, she could do. The excitment of being here, awake was enough to propel herself into the air with him. She was here, while awake. She didnt have to worry about the normal day to day things that had been pestering of her lately. Work, bills, being on time, forgetting to make herself a lunch. Locking herself out of her house in rain. The list went on. But here, she could throw those worries to the wind and enjoy what this place offered. What Pan offered.<br/>
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A small scream of laughter was heard from Tori as they sailed across the sky. Her arms wrapped around his neck holding on, until she let them lift above her head. She reached ahead, letting her arms feel the wind rushing past her, her long hair whipped back in the breeze. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"> "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">Of course."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Her words lost in the wind as she felt his lips tickle her ear. It made her stomach squeeze. Then she was falling. The surprise caught her, her eyes widening as she let out a scream, her hands grasping for him but already she was tumbling down. Caught off guard so high in the air, it was hard to think of anything happy. Her eyes suddenly shut, the wind screaming in her ears as she fell, fell, fell.<br/>
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Her body stopped, snagged as her hand was grabbed. Her eyes opened, golden honey with the smallest tears in them as she was pulled up, tossed and caught. Her pulse was beating miles a minute and her arms quickly wrapped around his neck holding herself close to him. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">Course not</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">!" She gasped. She would never expect him to just let her fall, he liked his jokes...as dangerous as they seemed to be, but she never would ever think he would do it to intentionally hurt her. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"I hope you got good laugh, next time I wont be caught off guard</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">." She said her head hiding against his neck. It seemed she was staying as close as she could, there would be no letting go so easy.</span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The wind was gone and she heard the sounds of birds and the talking of boys below. She lifted her head, being set down and her hands held to the railing of the porch, as if to get the balance of being on ground again. A grin on her lips as Pan announced who had come. She laughed at the reaction and tilted her head back, a howl of sorts erupting from her throat. Oh, she had been practicing. She laughed, she eyes turning on Pan to spot him looking at her. A faint blush lit up her cheeks and moved her hand, brushing her hair back. It was then she felt how tangled it was and her other hand joined in, fingers trailing theough it to tame it a bit. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Dont look at me like that, if you had hair like mine...you'd be going through the same thing</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">." She said winding it around her fingers and letting it rest over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him.</span></span><br/>
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Beneath the twisted limbs of a gangly willow, golden yellow eyes watched in a bored gaze. So <i>she </i>was back. If Pan hadnt noticed the changes within himself Cyrus sure did. His eye shifted to the blade in his hand, a slow stroke down the warn rock he held in hid hand. With a small grunt he listened to the echo of howls brought on by her boast and he snapped a branch out of his face, leaning away from the tree.<br/>
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Not to far away from him a younger boy who</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)"> wore a cape of bright feathers, called up to Tori. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">Come play!</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">!" He bellowed, his cheeks reddening at his loudness. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff80">We built new trapa! Lets go see whats in them</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">!" Tori was seen climbing over the railing, jumping to a large branch before she climbed down a knotted rope, it swung from her movements and as soon as she was off, Cyrus stuck his knife in the back loop of his brown skinned pants and started up. His slender arms all but muscle as he pulled himself up, pulling himself over the railing. The feathers in his hood flittered around before settling as he tugged it back, his blonde hair freeing.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d"> "So you really brought her...</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">" his voice a little on the cold side. His eyes watched her as she was led off by the hand the boy in feathers tugging her along. A small grin started to trail on Cyrus's lips, a dimple forming at his cheek where a scar ran from his ear down to his chin, a nasty reminder of how well those dirty pirates faught.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"Norton set those traps hes talking about by the gulley...Your new lady best tread careful." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He whispered near Pan before grabbing his wrist. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"She might get tugged under if she gets to close." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He gave the other male's wrist a tug before letting him go, his steps silent on the porch of the tree house, no doubt he was off to take a peak at the ship currently anchored not far off from the island. While Pan was gone it had set its station there, Cyrus thought they were there for a rest, the pirates own hiding waters when eluding another ship or waiting to head back out.</span></span></span>