Found you! (Izzy)

[Charlotte Greene]

For whatever reason, after a big meal Charlie always felt sleepy.. even if lunch was the time of day when she usually finally started waking up. Given that, the wing-bearing girl had trained herself to eat more like a bird than a person.. An apple here, a granola bar there, maybe a slice of pizza or a sandwich at lunch. Never too much. Not only did Charlie have a figure to maintain, but she already got enough sideways glances because she - apparently unlike the other pixie-people at the school - almost always had her wings out. It had been a month and she had yet to see another person with wings like hers, even though she'd been told that there were a few others similar to her. Knowing they existed helped a little, but it was still a bit embarrassing to be the only person she could see most of the time that had wings.. let alone giant green butterfly wings.

For the most part, Charlie assumed people saw her as a pair of wings with a shy girl attached, not the other way around, and that was a large part of the reason that she tended to stare at the grass, the sidewalks, or the clouds as she walked. Charlie walked a lot. Walking kept muscles loose and made it easier to stand having her wings put away longer. Some of the time she tried to avoid the more populated areas but it was just a Thursday.. Surely the courtyard couldn't be too crowded?

Wrong. It was fairly crowded.. Being that it was more crowded than Charlie expected, she allowed a glance out across... and something caught her eye. She did a double, then triple-take, vision narrowing in on.. some girl's ribs. No, not ribs, markings.. Markings that looked an awful lot like.. "Wings?" Could that be one of the other pixie wing people? Finally?? Crowd or not, Charlie picked up her pace significantly, making a very zig-zaggy beeline for the girl with the revealing shirt and tattoos... She didn't want to get too close to anyone on her way.. Controlling the dust her wings naturally put off wasn't exactly effortless yet and she didn't want to bump anyone and have them tripping for the next hour.

Eventually (the amount of time it took likely seemed a lot longer to her than it actually was) Charlie would be standing next to the girl.. and be relatively sure that her tattoos were, in fact, wings.. So with a nervous swallow, she reached over and tapped the girl on the arm, waiting for her to turn before saying a word.. "Um.. Hi? My name is Charlie.. I'm pretty new here.. I'm so sorry if I'm wasting your time and you can tell me to go away if you don't want to talk to me but I saw your tattoos and they looked like wings and I wondered if you were like me and if so if you could maybe explain a few things or just give me some advice when you aren't busy--" Well that had come out a bit faster than intended.. Out of breath.. Gasp. "But if you are busy or I'm wrong or you just don't want me to bother you or something I can go away I've just been trying to find the other people with these wings... um.... Heh.." Her shoulders slumped and even her wings seemed to wilt slightly. "I, uh.. I'm sorry."

Charlie's gaze would return to the ground and she would mumble out "Um.. I like your top.. um, regardless.." before continuing to wait to receive that 'Okay, what the hell is wrong with you' stare. The one the receptionist at the hospital had given her a month or so ago.

[Izabelle Phillips]

When Izzy wasn't doing anything else, like being busy with one of the several clubs she had joined, she usually hung out with her friends or went around trying to make new friends. Like the courtyard. The courtyard was a perfect spot to socialize with both new and old people. It also helped that the weather was really nice. The sun was up, the sky barely had a single cloud on it, and it was fairly warm.

Warm enough for Izzy to wear something other than a jacket or a sweater, and in her hurry to get out into the fresh air, she had put on a loose top, showing off her ribs, and her tattoo. She had been here long enough that few people seemed to take notice of it anymore and most people seemed to put two and two together. Yes, her tattoo was in fact her wings being pulled in, instead of having them outside. Honestly, they often got very much in the way and it got fairly annoying. Not to mention all the clothes she had to cut holes in just to fit those damn things inside. Izzy wasn't exactly a fan of her power, and besides having a giant tattoo showing it off, she'd rather keep her wings down and her drugs to herself.

Though, the thought of using her hallucinogenic dust to prank people had entered her mind more than once. But Izzy knew better than that, and she wasn't much of a rebellious person who enjoyed getting into trouble. Even if it was insanely tempting.

But Izzy's train of thought was snapped back into reality as she felt a gentle tap against her shoulder. As she turned around, she stared right into the face of a (From what she could assume.) younger girl. She was cute, but seemed rather distressed. And the flow of words leaving her mouth didn't exactly help her image. Izzy didn't even manage to keep up with all the details the girl litterarily threw in her face. But, she patiently and politely waited for the girl to stop blabbering her lungs out and raised her eyebrows. Just what in the name of all that was holy... ''Woah, woah slow down kiddo.'', she said, lifting her arms in a defensive position.

And then, her confused expression cracked up into somewhat of an amused smile.

''Hi Charlie.'', she said and shook her head, letting a faint chuckle escape her lips. And then she noticed the wings. ''Hey, you're a pixie too!'' Because really, between the chaotic mouth diarrhea, all Izzy had understood was the girl's name. And with a grimace, because this shit hurt, like for real, Izzy's tattoo grew out of her skin and evolved into a pink, green and blue mess of colors; Her wings.

[Charlotte Greene]

So.. doubtless, Charlie had come on far, far too strong.. and when Izzy's arms had gone up and her eyebrows had raised, it was good thing Charlie had already been staring elsewhere, otherwise she likely would have gotten a very quivery bottom lip and bolted. Fortunately, the voice turned much kinder immediately afterward, and Charlie managed to stare past her brows as this girl grimmaced. Here again Charlie almost bolted, but as her eyes had shot back toward the ground, they'd stopped dead on the tattoo that had drawn Charlie over to begin with.. and Charlie watched as the tattoo came alive and grew out of her skin... "Thaaat is not how my wings work. At all. Whoa." What a dramatic way to have one's wings come into existence! Painful, too, if the girl's expression had been any indicator.

How did Charlie's wings come and go? Much more like a catterpillar's. They literally shriveled and shrank until they drew up and into her back. She didn't have tattoos either, just two marks down her back where the wings connected (and subsequently withdrew back into) that looked like fresh, deep scars. "That looked... painful. Do your wings not hurt when you keep them in? Mine.. Mine just sting a little when they come out. Like a papercut or something. That is .. different." Still a bit mystified, Charlie sidestepped to get around behind this fellow pixie girl to get a better look.

"They're so pretty! Like.. Like some kind of.. of fairy dragonfly wings! And they don't look as huge or cumbersome as mine either.. --Yours make dust too? Ooh, can you fly? Do they have nerves? Can you feel them like they're your skin?" Wait.. That had looked really painful.. and here Charlie was fangirling about it... "Um.. You really didn't have to do that.. if it hurts when you bring them out.. I just wondered if you could.. help me a little.. maybe give me some advice.. I didn't want you to be in pain or anything like that.." Charlie knew wing-caused pain. She didn't want to give it to or cause it for anybody.. least of all someone as nice as this person seemed to be. Oh, and what a relief it was that she seemed nice.