[Things had gone terrible right and terribly wrong all at once.
The right thing first -- Gerard was human again. Good. (is it really, does he really deserve it?) Though he lacked any real amenities here on this forest path, he had been able to check out his reflection in the still water of a small pond and had seen he had looked every bit the same before everything had started going wrong (before he had let down Elody)
The wrong thing -- He had no idea where he was. Wherever Snow White's summoned wind had brought him, it certainly wasn't the fabled (infamous) Toy Island. Furthermore, he couldn't see the children. He hadn't been able to find Rosamund, Timothy or Pib either, but they, at least, were adults. The children were just that -- children. They needed minding, even if (or because) their stories had paid little heed to that.
Then there was the strange little creature that followed him, no matter how often Gerard tried to shoo it off; some strange, ghostly little tree sprite that kept diving under his cloak, lifting it up, tenting it behind him, making it billow and stream before darting out from underneath again with strange little giggles.
(For a moment Gerard had considered that perhaps this was Pinocchio. The attitude certainly seemed to fit, even if the form didn't. But regardless of how much he had tried to prompt the little creature, it gave no sign of recognition.)
Gerard's ponderings and fruitless attempts to get rid of his new little shadow were suddenly interrupted by a shout to 'Get that bird'. His head shot up to see a small, feathery orb coming towards him at great speed, followed by an older woman at a slightly slower speed. On sheer instinct, he shot his tongue out towards it, only afterwards realising, when he was already standing there, looking like a fool with his very human tongue extended out, that that was obviously not going to work now.
And then there was nothing much else to realise as the small owl collided with his head.]
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The right thing first -- Gerard was human again. Good. (is it really, does he really deserve it?) Though he lacked any real amenities here on this forest path, he had been able to check out his reflection in the still water of a small pond and had seen he had looked every bit the same before everything had started going wrong (before he had let down Elody)
The wrong thing -- He had no idea where he was. Wherever Snow White's summoned wind had brought him, it certainly wasn't the fabled (infamous) Toy Island. Furthermore, he couldn't see the children. He hadn't been able to find Rosamund, Timothy or Pib either, but they, at least, were adults. The children were just that -- children. They needed minding, even if (or because) their stories had paid little heed to that.
Then there was the strange little creature that followed him, no matter how often Gerard tried to shoo it off; some strange, ghostly little tree sprite that kept diving under his cloak, lifting it up, tenting it behind him, making it billow and stream before darting out from underneath again with strange little giggles.
(For a moment Gerard had considered that perhaps this was Pinocchio. The attitude certainly seemed to fit, even if the form didn't. But regardless of how much he had tried to prompt the little creature, it gave no sign of recognition.)
Gerard's ponderings and fruitless attempts to get rid of his new little shadow were suddenly interrupted by a shout to 'Get that bird'. His head shot up to see a small, feathery orb coming towards him at great speed, followed by an older woman at a slightly slower speed. On sheer instinct, he shot his tongue out towards it, only afterwards realising, when he was already standing there, looking like a fool with his very human tongue extended out, that that was obviously not going to work now.
And then there was nothing much else to realise as the small owl collided with his head.]