Pixie and Jay (back-dated)

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It was a warm 13 degrees Celsius today, and Pixie had taken the opportunity to escape the walls of classrooms and dorm and enjoy a flight around the woods. While she still wasn't comfortable flying above the treetops, she had grown very familiar with the woods on campus and zipped along at a quick pace, creating a path between the trees. She thought her wings made a sort of cool sound when she was going fast.



She climbed a bit into the air, barely above the canopy, and spied the shimmer of the lake to the north. She hadn't visited it yet since coming to the mansion in October. Deciding on her new destination, she dipped back below the treetops and headed north.

The lake in winter was surprisingly beautiful. The dark forms of bare trees stretched into the gray sky, a scene mirrored seamlessly by the calm water. She had expected the area to be empty of anyone besides herself, but she was wrong.


Jay saw too much of the night life and not enough sun. It made him anxious on days where the weather was nice and he was sleeping in, feeling that he wasn't doing his old lifestyle with his only parent left. His mother would never approve of Jay sleeping in as much as he did, even if he did work nights, she'd bang on his door at six am and have him out of bed while his mind was running to catch up with him. It was why mid morning, he decided that he needed a good shot of fresh air to the face and an exercise that would tired him out and land him for a midafternoon nap before he had to go to his class, then work.

Ariel work was good for that, but better with two people. Warren was busy so he tried to make a third person out of this by using the water as his obsticle, despite the cool temperatures. Diving down into the water, Jay pushed his wings through, trying to gain airtime as soon as he broke the surface, although it was turning out harder than he thought. He could barely scale a foot out before the suction weighted his wings down and he had to draw them back in before he drown. It was his fifth attempt and found this to be something of an odd challenge, questioning why he hadn't seen this before almost a year later.

Pixie spotted the winged boy diving into the lake, huge wings glittering like metal. It had to be Jay. She recognized him from posting on her journal, although she hadn't run into him yet around campus. The older boy was an X-man, not a student anymore. Happy to have found someone she recognized, Pixie drifted closer.
She waved when she thought he might see her, and paused to watch from over the surface of the lake. The way he was able to fly was incredible.


Trugging up on shore, Jay waved back and shook his arms out. He whipped his head back, tossing his wet bangs from his face and paused to ringout the front of his shirt. "Hey," he greeted as he stepped out of the water and paused, shaking out his shirt.

"Hi! What's up? Nice to finally meet you in person." Jay was about her sister Molly's age, and Megan felt a sudden pang of loss. She really wished her sister could see her now, learning to control her powers, making new friends, and all the while maintaining a solid 3.0 GPA. No wait, nevermind, she didn't. Molly had left when Megan needed her most. But she still missed her.


"Yeah, sorry, what's yer name again?" he asked and grabbed teh hem of his wet shirt and pulled it over his head before he dropped it to the ground with some effort. He knew who she was but names sometimes were lost on him and he paused, turning around and looking out across the water.

"I'm Megan. Or Pixie. I think more people call me Pixie now," she said, pointing to herself, getting chattery and using hand gestures like she did when she was talking to someone new for the first time.

"Ah'm Jay," he said as he turned back to her, brushing his hand under his nose and then slicked his hair back away from his face so he could see her better. "How cold tolerant are ya?"

"How cold? Well, I'm from Wales and I'm used to miserable winters. But ah, I don't really know my limit I guess. Why?"


"Ah meant can you dip into the lake today and be okay, that the cold temps arn't gonna make you hypothermic."

"Hmmm..." Pixie was usually up for any kind of adventure. She pulled off a flat, slip-on shoe and dipped her foot in the water. It was cold, but not icy. "I'm up for trying."


"No no, this ain't trying. It's either part of yer mutation or not," Jay said, stepping towards her. "Cause if you get sick, Ah don't wanna get shit for not lookin' out for you." God knew he got in shit enough every other time and if Scott was here, even more so.

"Hmmm I'm guessing it's not part of my mutation." Pixie hadn't really been pushing the boundaries of her mutation yet, but it didn't seem like a particular resistance to cold was part of it so far. "How did you learn to fly so well?"

"I use to have red wings, like a bird," Jay said. "It kinda came natural but," he shrugged. "When you learn to share you skies, you learn to play the games too of other fliers."

"Red wings. Like made out of feathers? Do you ever have to worry about big birds like geese and stuff?"

"Yeah," he agreed, although he shrugged. "Sorta, Ah guess. They don't really like to fly near me. More like, they hightail it away from me, thinkin' Ah'm some sorta predator." Which he was. "You havn't been flyin' much, have you?"

Pixie shifted in her shoe. "Ah, not really. Not until recently, when I accidentally on purpose drank some of Nico's energy potion." A moment for which she was simultaneously embarrassed and proud.

"I'm kind of afraid to fly over the tree tops, cause, well, what if my wings stick or something and I fall?"

"Well Ah reckon if you talk to Warren - he was the teacher here at one point, flying teacher - then you got nuttin to lose from learning from him," he said, turning his head upwards and then back down to her. He rolled his shoulders and picked up his clothes with every intent to leave since he had to head off to school, then work. "Wanna come with me? We'll talk."

"Warren?" Pixie slipped her black and purple checkered shoe back on and skipped after Jay, intrigued.

"Yeah, looks like an angel," he smiled easily at the thought, nothing but good thoughts for Warren. Possibly more since Warren was his boyfriend. "You'll probably trip over yerself for him - Ah know Ah do," he chuckled. How could he not?

"Yeah, probably, I never know what to do around fit guys," Pixie admitted. "Is he nice?"

"Real nice," Jay said with a smirk over his shoulder. With clothes on, without. "He won't turn you away and he's got some moves that'll be good for yer wing type. He taught me when Ah was younger."

"Awesome." Pixie grinned at Jay. She was super excited to meet this Warren, who used to teach flying and looked like an angel.