mythmaking | Once upon a time...

[ For the residents of Märchenstraße, and all the land surrounding it, the eighth of December was a day to look forward to. Looking at it from an outside perspective, strangers and travelers could easily assume it to be a holiday. At the very least, a day for a festival, if a modest one. A day that shopkeeps spent all morning preparing for, that all manner of creatures spent days traveling to the city to witness. They'd heard the talk that passed around, the rumors from those still left. But would it work? No one knew for sure, no matter how confident the stories seemed to be. But hope was very quickly becoming all they had left.

They had decorated the whole town. Streamers, banners, wreathes and garland made of autumn flowers, plus whatever the Fairy Godmother had cooked up. Oh, she was just giddy. No skepticism could be spoken around her, not if you wanted to escape the wrath of her wand! Rumor had it that she had caught wind of a few piglets squealing about the likelihood that their magic would fail, and that they were subsequently transformed into the band of musicians who could be found performing in the park.

Well, at least the music was festive.

Of course, the decorations weren't for the newcomers alone. Autumn was coming to a close in just a few weeks, and Old Man Winter would take the reigns like he did every year, and their weather would turn cold and harsh. The chill was already there, cool and biting when the wind picked up speed. Lady Autumn was much preferred to the citizens of the city with her gentle nature, even if she failed to show up, finishing her work in the orchards instead. That was what they liked about her.

It was mid-morning when Father Time was found outside of his tower, checking one of the numerous pocket watches he kept on his person. "Unnecessary, but comfortable," he called them, and closed the watch again. It was twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and where empty space had been just seconds before, now they were. Sitting on benches, lying in flower patches, scattered about the city and outside of the gates in peaceful slumber. They would awaken to the bells of the clock tower. Some, to many friendly and relieved faces all around them, some to grateful ones carrying gifts of food and clothing and magic, and some to fearful, cautious faces. Regardless of how the town treated them, they would awaken to a celebration of their arrival, and choices to be made, and the books. Each and every one. ]

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[He looks down. Well, he is doin' that flyin' stuff...] So ... he fights wi' a blade? Aen't got no blade.

Well no, you haven't yet, but you will! It shouldn't be long before you can either buy one or are given one as a present. And then you'll see how well you can fight!

[Just don't steal it, because people aren't very fond of thieves. Even if the thief is Peter Pan.]

Buy one? [The idea seems a little out of odds for him] Who would give a blade as a gift?

Someone who knows you need one, of course! There are plenty of people around who are nice enough to. You could even try just asking the blacksmith for a small blade for free! I don't know if he'd give you one, but it would be worth a try.

[If all else fails and he doesn't have one in a couple weeks' time somehow, she'll get him one herself.]

Oh right. [He takes this in] So ... why m'a Peter Pan?

[Her expression falls somewhat at the question. She was hoping he would just roll with it, apparently.]

Because we need you to be.

[He would, but he's curious] ... Suppose askin' why aen't exactly a good idea?

There was one before, but he's-

[The way she halts herself there is fairly telling. She would say 'gone', but it would ring the way 'dead' would.]

...It's not good for us to have tales missing.

[He gets that halt. He's heard it often] Right. [He rolls his shoulders in his little coat, like he's making a big decision] Suppose I could help out. Fer a while.

[And she immediately brightens again! She looks about ready to hug him, honestly. Probably because he's the first person she's come across who's willing to go along with their new role.]

Thank you, Peter! I'm so happy to hear that.

It's Gavroch... [Wait. He's meant tae be being this other kid] Peter. Right. That's me.With the flyin' an' stuff. ... I'll get better at the flyin', right?

Of course you will. It just takes practice! Soon you'll be able to fly as you like, swift as any bird.

[Well, maybe not any bird, but certainly a lot of kinds.]

You should practice copying voices, too. It's another thing you'll be very good at!

... Copyin' voices? [A small grin comes on his face] Like ... proper copyin'? Soundin' right like them?

Exactly that! I don't know if it will come to you right away, but it's worth practicing, don't you think?

[Her own smile may be slightly mischievous. She's a fan of pranks, as long as they're not too harmful.]

[Oh he's liking the sound of this]

[She thought he might. Almost as an afterthought, the girl reaches up to her crown and gently plucks one of the flowers off.]

I know it's not very useful, but will you take this? As a welcome gift?

[He looks at the flower, an' there's a moment pause, but he does take it] 'nk you

You're welcome!

[She looks so genuinely pleased by that. It's a perfectly ordinary flower, though Gavroche may find that it stays full and bright for a good deal longer than a flower perhaps should.]

[He tucks it into a top buttonhole]

What will you do now, Peter?

[If he has any questions, he should probably ask them before they split ways.]

Don't rightly know.

Well, you could look for people you might know, I suppose. Or find a place to stay! There are an awful lot of empty houses in the northeastern part of town, if you'd like to pick one for yourself.

[Yes, she did just suggest he go find a house and claim it as easy as that.]

Aen't never had a house before. [He had an elephant. Did that count? He liked his elephant]

Now you can have one! You can share it if you like, but I don't think you need to.

[So if he doesn't want to live alone in a house, he can have friends there!]

[His mind goes to his big sister. She probably wouldn't be happy at the idea... but he could try.] It's an idea, alright.

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