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[On a teeny tiny communicator made of acorns and fairy dust and BELIEF is Tim. Who has an acorn top as a hat. Oh and wings. He has wings, too. They're still for the moment, but they twitch and he lifts off his tiny branch in his very big tree every now and then, because HOW DO SIT STILL.]
Hey! Listen!
[No that's all you get for now. Timkerbell is Navi. Good luck.]
[Open Spam]
[It was always so hard to go anywhere when the wind was gusting. Tim struggled to fly onward, his eyes tearing up as the wind stung. It would have been so much easier if he could just walk like a human boy. It would be so much easier if he WAS a human boy. No more flying everywhere and not being heard and oh goodness that wind.
It barreled him over, head over heels over head over heels and wings and heels, through the air until he hit a tree, or a rock, or a person. Tim groaned; at least he hadn't landed on his head. Being a fairy was not what it was cracked up to be.]
Hey! Listen!
[No that's all you get for now. Timkerbell is Navi. Good luck.]
[Open Spam]
[It was always so hard to go anywhere when the wind was gusting. Tim struggled to fly onward, his eyes tearing up as the wind stung. It would have been so much easier if he could just walk like a human boy. It would be so much easier if he WAS a human boy. No more flying everywhere and not being heard and oh goodness that wind.
It barreled him over, head over heels over head over heels and wings and heels, through the air until he hit a tree, or a rock, or a person. Tim groaned; at least he hadn't landed on his head. Being a fairy was not what it was cracked up to be.]