[ she's heard about the book. the boy has it, talks about it incessantly, and tinkerbell is endlessly frustrated that she's never been able to actually get her hands on it. but she finds a copy of peter pan in the library - a battered old thing, and a script as opposed to a novel - and through a series of events, finds herself back in the enchanted forest after a few decades in possession of the thin little book.
so really, without wings, and without a "mother superior" to breathe down her neck at every opportunity, she takes a moment to thumb through it, her own name catching her eye.
she's distinctly less excited when she realizes that her fictional persona is nothing more than a light. ]
I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS WILL WORK BUT IT'S GOING TO WORK
so really, without wings, and without a "mother superior" to breathe down her neck at every opportunity, she takes a moment to thumb through it, her own name catching her eye.
she's distinctly less excited when she realizes that her fictional persona is nothing more than a light. ]
Creative.