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Starlit Night (Mizzet&Wing)

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The soothing darkness was broken only by the distant sparkling stars amid the vast black sky far above which glinted ever so slightly between the leaf canopy hanging thickly above the forest floor. The familiar whisper of nighttime insects drifted upon the still, cool, and slightly fragrant air. A single figure with pale skin, and blue ribbon-like designs drawn on her body, fluttered from branch to branch, peering up at the fruit-bearing vines which clung to the trunks of the old oak trees. Upon her back sprung two butterfly-like translucent wings, her body casting a dim glow onto the foliage around her. Although small in stature, she had a distinctly feminine form, and appeared to be what humans referred to as a fairy. She had never seen a human before, however, and the reclusive nature of her species caused encounters between the two races to be very rare, indeed.

On this particular night, she had drifted further away from her well-camouflaged home deep in the heart of the ancient forest to search for the small, sweet berries that she enjoyed eating. Fluttering from cluster to cluster, she began picking the fruits from vines and popping them into her mouth one by one until she had eaten her fill, then began gathering together as many as she could hold into a bundle to carry back to her home.

However, she would not be returning that afternoon... or any other afternoon for the foreseeable future, for her presence had been detected by a small group of scientists who were surveying this part of the forest for new and exotic life forms. They had been following her for over two hours already, maintaining a careful distance between them and forming a perimeter lest she slip past them and escape. The fairy, however, had not so much as noticed their presence although her own was well known to her soon-to-be-captors.

She took off, wings straining under the weight of the rather sizable cluster of barries that she held in her arms. The field team laid in wait for her to pass by, at which point they simply had to patiently await the moment that she would trigger the trap they had prepared for her. As soon as she passed by the motion sensor, a large cage unfolded around her, snapping shut with iron bars too closely fit together for her to squeeze between. The sudden sound scared her and she dropped her load, fluttering about from side to side of her cage, desperately seeking a way of escape. She could hear voices, strange rough voices of the larger beings outside the cage as they huddled about and spoke to each other. She didn't know what they were saying or what their intentions were, but for some reason they had put this thing around her. After some fruitless attempts at breaking through the bars, she simply sat down in the middle, legs curled up in front of herself as she hugged her knees, timidly awaiting whatever fate would befall her.

It only took a few hours for the men to carefully transport her back to their laboratory, and the lead of the field team had already contacted the head scientist over the phone with the exciting news, "You won't believe what we just caught, Sir... She's absolutely amazing. You really must see her for yourself!"

By the time the head scientist would arrive, two men had already hoisted her cage into a room they had prepared for her, setting her down in the center as the awaited his arrival. The fairy stared out from between the bars with visible fear and concern, unsure what this strange square enclosure was or what these giants intended to do to her.
 
Dressed in starch white lab coat and thick rubber gloves he troded into the room. His boots made a gentle thunk each step he took, though he walked with a very slight limp, it had been from an injury he received from one of the few things they had discovered. He was of average height for a human, though perhaps to her he was a very tall man. It had been many months of exploring these new woods that had been recently discovered, only few species had been recovered, though some had not survived, or were hard to study as it was. When he heard of this new specimen, he was rather excited, it's description was nearly human. Perhaps this was an intelligent being, and perhaps it would earn him and his team the recognition they deserved.

"How is it doing?' he asked one of his lower scientists, he had to deal with a lot of issues for this expidition. From equipment failure to inept helpers. Some of his team where under paid interns, that hardly knew a flowers stamen from it's petals. But he took what he could get, and their enthusiasm at times helped more then their minds.

"It hasn't moved...and our team believes it is a she sir....for obvious reasons you will see," he nodded, her description had been indeed "she" on the phone, but he always had to assume otherwise, until he saw it with his own eyes after all. He walked into the room to see the cage, her slight glow made her contrast with the lab equipment and the like. At first glance he though perhaps his tam had captured a young girl, no older then one of his daughters, though he had no idea if this were the case anymore, he never saw his daughters, not after the seperation. He however did not think of such grim things, he was too excited to see this new specimen.

He gingerly walked to the cage, removing his boots as well, so his steps made hardly any sound as it was. He removed his gloves as well, thinking the massive rubber protecion would seem too alien. "How are you doing?" he asked slowly and calmly, wondering if she would understand.
 
The fairy looked up at the larger person before her, eyes wide with concern as he began to speak to her. Unable to understand what he was saying, however, she simply shook her head and pointed to herself, then to the cage bars. The wings upon her back flapped twice as she eased back slightly, giving him a better look at her body which was delicately colored with ribbon-like designs which gave her a very appealing look, yet distinctly inhuman.

"Vel-ta-tei?" she spoke softly, the three words issuing from her lips like sweet nectar dropping from a young flower, "Vel-ta-tei... Tem-ta-gei."

She stood up and fluttered to the back of the cage, her hands wrapping around the thick bars as she repeated the words over and over again as if asking him to release her. She clearly did not enjoy being locked up like this, but upon seeing that they did not wish to cause her any direct harm, she thought she would try reasoning with them and perhaps see if they could come to an understanding despite her fear. All the while, she humbly avoided making direct eye contact with the head scientist.
 
He looked curiously at her, not really understanding at first. It was as she grabbed the bars he seemed to get it. "Out...you want out?" he asked as if she would agree. He grabbed one of the bars and tugged, showing it was locked. "You....tell me....things?" he asked, he tugged the bar and repeated as if saying if she spoke more he might. His voice was gentle, he had a mature tone, one of experience and knowledge, he tried to speak simple though. "Name.....what is your name?" he asked pointing at her.

He then pointed at himself "Aren," he said saying his first name and pointing at himself. He was patient and would repeat it a few more times.
 
The fairy blinked twice watching his actions carefully and waiting patiently for him to wait before making her reply. She seemed to catch on quickly what he was asking her to do, as she calmed down considerably and tried her best to answer him rather than insisting that he release her from the cage. If these were intelligent and curious beings, perhaps they could come to a mutual understanding with each other.

"Gima," the fairy replied, pointing to herself, "To-mi ga, te-to Gima."

Her wings flapped, making a blur as she lifted herself up and drifted closer to Aren showing that she wished to cooperate, although she was still not making direct eye contact with him.
 
"Gima? Your name?" he asked. He gingerly pointed at her "Gima?" he said once more. This was an exciting thing, she seemingly understood him almost right away. Of course he understood her by her actions not her words exactly, so it was probably the same on her end. "Fascinating," he said to himself. "Your name is Gima?," he said notng his head, and then said it again and shook it a little roughly as if to emphasis no. "Gima.....are there...a lot of you?" he asked wondering if there might be more specimens to study.

He tried to show this with his hands, but it was difficult, so he relying on pointing at her and then countin off fingers, of course even he would have been confused by this.
 
"Gima," the fairy nodded, pointing her herself once again. His next question, gauging from the emphasis that he placed on his words, was much more difficult than the last. He seemed to be asking something about her, then held up his fingers. She raised up her hand began to mimic his actions, concluding that he was curious if she could use her hands the same way that he could. Of course, she had no idea he was asking if there were more of her kind. Even in that deep forest, she had not encountered many of her own species other than her own mother.

The more at she thought about it, however, the more she realized that this was probably not what he was asking her about. Yet, she couldn't think of anything else that might be illustrated by his hand action.
 
Aren seemed to get the confusion, he was not upset, no if anything he just though such a question was better asked later once she knew more. "Okay....um.....never mind," he waved his hands, as if to dismiss it. He thought long and hard about what to ask. He knew her name was Gima, truthfully that was all he learned, but he knew she was intelligent, and curious. He guessed maybe she was also not alone, but that was for another time.

"Are you hungry Gima?" he asked her. He knew she had been collecting berries upon her capture. They had collected some to keep her sustained, but he wondered if she ate other things.

"Hungry?" he asked putting his hand to his mouth and gently biting the air. Then patting his stomach as if content with a meal.
 
Gima watched his actions carefully once again, before slightly nodding as she picked up on his intentions rather quickly and made her reply, holding up her right hand as if holding a fruit and biting into it, "Co-mi-ta." She then pointed to her stomach and shook her head, indicating that she was not hungry at the moment. Growing more comfortable with him, she fluttered up closer to the front of the cage, near the top, and began to chatter about something in her language, smiling and pointing to the sky as she illustrated her little story with lots of vocal sound effects. It was as if she were sharing an amusing event that had occurred during one of her trips to the berry vine grove that the apparently frequented.

As she gradually settled down, she then turned her attention back to the iron bars that contained her, once again pointing at them and repeating the words that indicated her desire to be released from her enclosure, "Vel-ta-tei? Vel-ta-tei?"
 
Aren simply listened, understanding she was not hungry, but she seemed to be saying quiet a bit. He did not get all the indications but he simply listened to be polite. It was a funny thing, her language was very beautiful, at times it sounded like things he may know, other foreign languages, but he could not catch the meaning so relied heavily on her gestures and such. He watched her fly, she was graceful, beautiful. She truly was a spectacle to behold. When she finished he tried to appear like he got a bit of that, from all he could tell it was as if she was gathering things, perhaps the berries she ate.

As she asked once more to be let out he repeated what she said. "Vel-ta-tei....out..." he assumed. He got a piece of paper and draw a crude sketch. It was simple, but he did his best, he showed it to her. It showed the cage opened and the sun up and she was outside of it. Then it showed the cage closed with her in it and a moon was hovering over it. "Understand?" You go back when it gets night...I can let you out in day?" he asked hoping the crude sketch helped. He nodded seeing if she would nod back.
 
Gima looked over the drawing, especially at the moon as he depicted it during the night. She did not seem to like what it implied, but rather than attempt to debate the issue she decided to take what he offered without reservations. She nodded twice and flew about near the door of the gate that he had raddled earlier, indicating that she wished to be let out right away. The feeling of confinement was a new and rather unpleasant sensation since she was used to exploring a world largely devoid of physical barriers as she could fly over any obstacles that she could not walk around. The cage would remain a constant reminder of what she had lost, for reasons that were still a complete mystery to her, while the two learned about each other and hopefully some day come to a deep enough understanding of each other to allow for direct communication rather than relying on this strenuous game of "pictionary and caricatures".

The fairy nodded again in case he hesitated to let her out, pointing at her face to highlight her bright smile showing how pleased she would be when released. Of course, getting her back inside would be a different matter entirely when it was night, especially considering that she had no way of directly seeing the moon.
 
Aren nodded, and taking the key he unlocked the cage and let the hatch open so she could come out. It was a shame to hve her return to it, but he had to be cautious, succumbing to a pretty face was not at all scientific. He gestured for her to come follow him, and he showed her a computer moniter. He loaded up a sort of language program, it was very simple, for children. It would be what she could study, perhaps he could teach her english with it and in turn he could learn her, fairy language.

"Pictures....will teach you," he said to her, an image of an apple showed on the screen, it said the word and showed the spelling.
 
Gima nodded and followed after him, sticking close by while casting unsure glances at all the unfamiliar surroundings. Floating into this new room the distinct hum of the computers seemed a bit intimidating to her at first, being rather perceptive to sounds it seemed. Yet, when he showed her what the computer did, she quickly caught on to the meaning and what the pictures were intended to indicate. Fairies, or Gima personally in the very least, seemed highly intelligent as through working with the computer program she quickly caught on to many English words sufficiently to use them herself, albeit with a heavy fairy accent. She didn't know enough to form complex sentences, but she knew enough to communicate fairly well for the time being.

"Aren kind," Gima smiled and floated up by his face, giving him a good look at her body which conformed to a young woman's rather well in terms of proportions although her scale was rather small, "Gima happy. Aren good person. Gima learn lot."
 
Aren was delighted to see how quickly she caught on to this. He did his best to try and remember her words for each, but it was difficult, he knew a few things though, but once she could communicate better he would try unlocking the secrets of her speech. He noticed she was the size of a girl in her mid teens, but her appearance was more that of a young woman. She was inhumanly beautiful though.

"Thank you," he said as she calkled him kind. "Gima..is a good learner...good student," he said. Oddly enough her company was more pleasing then the egg heads on his team, and far more then the idiots for sure.
 
Gima smiled and nodded, leaning her head against his side affectionately as a strong indication of how comfortable she had gotten around him, allowing him to directly touch her. She had very soft skin, like the most delicate of fabrics, without even a hint of roughness or blemish. Fairies lacked moles, freckles, or other skin tone or pigmentation distinctions, the primary differentiation being the blue ribbon-like designs on their bodies, their voices, and facial features. The fairy could see that humans, as they referred to themselves, had a more wide variety of different shapes, sizes, and other physical attributes, perhaps hinting at a smaller gene pool among fairies (at least to her own knowledge). In any case, she could easily tell Aren from the other scientists, whom she simply referred to as "human" as opposed to their given names since she could not read their name tags for the time being.

Over the next few days, the scientists continued to conduct their observation of the fairy, whom they all eventually fell to calling by her given name, Gima, before the week was even out. While she still gave them a bit of trouble at first concerning being put back in her cage each night, eventually the struggle became more of a game as she had grown accustomed to the makeshift tradition of being difficult. Like a stubborn teenager, she would call the accuracy of the clocks they used into question, or debated the definition of "night". In the end, she always went back into her cage willingly and as the lights turned out in her room she laid her head down with her arms as her pillow and fell fast asleep each night.

They learned that she was a late riser and did not cope well with cooler temperatures as she would become groggy and unresponsive if it became too cold in her enclosure. She could produce sweat and adapt to warmer temperatures well enough without side effects, although she did complain about the discomfort associated with prolonged exposure to the heat. She knew how to clean herself and make her own clothes from leaves, spending most of the time she had by herself composing songs in her strange fairy tongue and humming tunes to go along with the words late into the afternoon.

However, they had not yet observed much evidence of what social structures, if any, fairies had. Gima seemed rather solitary except for her friendship with Aren, preferring to keep to herself rather than engaging in social activities with the scientists. Any interest she showed was purely of an inquisitive nature, not that she wished to participate at all. This seemed to be more of a personality trait rather than an observation true of the majority of the fairy population, since what use would she have of such an advanced language if they were primarily solitary beings? She was also skilled in a variety of crafts, indicating that they were skills taught and passed down through successive generations, although she had yet to make mention of family relations other than her mother.

This, in turn, led to a rather interesting question... How was fairy mating or matchmaking performed? Gima did not seem to consider humans potential mates, rather she was simply amused by their ability to converse with her and nothing more.
 
Aren took a great deal of delight in the days that had passed. And many of the others noticed the older mans lively attitude. He had always been one of profession, of studious nature that spoke only when it seemed necessary and important. He however spent a great deal of time with Gima, almost as if he saw her as more then just a specimen. Of course he observed her and wrote down what he saw and the like, none could complain he was doing his job very well. However at times he seemed to learn, less, and simply just liked her company.

The first time he touched her, she felt like a new born to him, skin so soft it was like the petals of a rose, no blemish, no resistance, polished marble would have been envious. Her hair was also so light it felt like the strands of spiders silk, though thicker and stronger perhaps, he was not so rude as to pull it and see. He learned a great deal of things, including her language, well mostly. At times he spoke to her in her tongue, though when he had trouble with a word he might slowly try pronouncing it or he would simply speak it in English.

He learned she ate more then berries, though she was clearly vegan it seemed as she ate only plant life and drank only spring water and the like, and no form of animal product was ever consumed, at least they had not offered her any either, aside from honey but he supposed that did not count.

The main question indeed was how she interacted with her kind. Despite good efforts they had not found another one to try and introduce her too. Let alone if it was male. No none seemed capable of being caught or seen. And perhaps it had been sheer luck they had even come upon her. The cage had been used though they had moved her to another rom, one ment for another specimen but it was unoccupied, and had trees and plant life, something more comfortable for her to enjoy. At times he would let her fly about longer then used to, he even thought to not bother trying to get her back behind bars.

"Are you well today?" he asked her, though he spoke in her tongue as he did.
 
"I am happy," Gima replied back to him in her own language, which she felt much more accustomed to using. The expression itself had become part of their accustomed greeting routine, as she almost always used it when replying to him for the first time that day, "I like this room better. I like the trees and flowers and the slight breeze that blows here. It reminds me of my home." Gima often spoke of her home, about the animals and plants and the way the forest itself came alive during the night and afternoon hours. She had never once requested to be sent back to her home in the forest, however, most likely out of fear that she might offend her kind hosts who provided for her every need. She behaved in a content and mild manner, especially toward Aren whom she conversed with at length nearly every day.

"Are you happy? Are you worried?" she asked him in turn, this time in English although her words were spoken with a heavy fairy accent, which gave her words something of a disjointed feel since she would have a brief pause after every individual sound. She flew close to his face, swaying side to side in a pleased manner while she granted him a bright smile.
 
Aren smiled, he was always glad to hear she was content and fine. He wondered why she never asked to be let go, but he did not ask, doing so might make her home sick if he did. "I am glad you like it," he said once more in her tongue. He enjoyed their conversations, even more so now that they could speak to each other in an easy sense. The conversations where longer, and more interesting. He shared a lot of himself with her, how he had a daughter he had not seen in years, how he had a wife that separated from him because of his "silly" job. In truth he was very much alone, and was glad for the companionship.

"I am....happy...but also worried," he explained, speaking English now. He smiled as she smiled back "I have been more wondering though," he explained. "I know much about you Gima....your cultures, your crafts," he said. "And I have shared much....but there is something I wish to know, but am worried you might take offense to it."
 
"Offense?" Gima repeated the word, although she knew its meaning she had never considered that a question might be an offense. Offenses were things which bothered people, and a question was a request rather than something demanded. The entire concept mystified her to say the least, but she tried her best to voice an understandable reply in her own language, "I do not understand. Ask and I will try to answer. I do not mind questions, Aren, you know this to be true. Do not worry, Aren, I will answer your question."

Of course, the fairy had no way of knowing what his actual question would be like, but she imagined it might be about how he might find other fairies to converse with. The man liked to talk to her, so he would like to talk to other fairies as well, wouldn't he? Perhaps if she could steer the conversation in that general direction, he might feel more at ease about asking about it. At the moment, the ball was in Aren's court, so to speak, so she could only watch and wait for his reply, whatever it might be.
 
Aren took she was fine with most questions and the like."This may seem a bit, invasive," he said to her thinking if he explained himself well she would be more keen to it. True she let him touch her and such. But he did not touch her much for fear of hurting her or for seeming perverse. But he knew much of her kind, but not much of well, her kinds make he supposed. "I was wondering if I could examine you...no like hurting or cuts, just to fully explore you?" he asked her gently.

"I would just like to feel how...similar you are to us, and whether things can occur between the two," he said. In truth he knew there species though maybe not compatible, could indeed mate, though it may be uncomfortable for her kind as they where smaller.
 
Gima blinked, unsure what to say to his request. Fully explore? Feel how similar she is to humans? Things can occur between the two? She understood that he was referring to physical similarities, as the word feel implied touching. To explore fully, therefore, must imply that he wished to touch her in places he had not done so before, which might explain a bit of his hesitance in making such a request. He was probably concerned that his strong hands might unintentionally harm her. It was the third expression that confused her. It was rather vague, and although she had a full understanding of the mating process she did not connect the dots since she did not consider human males to be suitable mates. The concept was foreign to her understanding. In the very least, however, she decided to agree to his request since she understood most of what he was asking.

"Of course," Gima nodded and landed, her delicate feet supporting her as she turned to present herself to him, "Just be careful with my wings. If you damage them, I will not be able to fly until they heal."

She unfastened the bra she had made from leaves, setting it aside to allow him an unrestricted view of her chest, which was soon followed by the skirt that she had fastened around her waist. The fairy showed no signs of embarrassment at stripping down in front of him, merely standing before him with her arms by her sides as she awaited his response to her offer.
 
Aren watched, oddly enough he saw it rather differently as she undressed. He had seen her naked before, she had come not clothed at the first night. But seeing her remove her cloths, well it set things off within him that made his blood pump just a bit quicker through out. He however ignored those feeling, instead thinking more of his work, something that seemingly drove his wife away it seemed.

"Alright...I'll be careful, tell me if I hurt you or if it's unwanted," he said gently before he very gingerly moved closer to her. She was so stock still, almost like a person at attention.

He very softly began with her wings, and they where the most delicate he wished to feel first as he was still right of mind. They where amazingly light feeling, like wings of a butterfly though transparent almost. "Do you often damamge your wings Dima?" he asked, as they where delicate he thought in the wild perhaps damaged wings where something highly avoided because of the lose of flight. His hand very softly moved to feel along her shoulders and between her shoulder blades along her back. Her skeleton felt like his own, of course it would though as she was human like in appearence.
 
As he reached out to feel her wings, they slightly twitched as if unaccustomed to being touched directly. She made no indication of being in pain, however, and it seemed they lacked nerve endings except at their bases as she showed no signs of sensing his gentle touches as opposed to his more easily detected brushes along the length of her wings.

"No, I try to protect them," Gima shook her head, replying in fairy language for ease of communication, "Its tiring for me to walk long distances, so I try to keep my wings in good condition. If they become too damaged, if they become torn by sharp branches for example, I have to pull them off and grow a new pair, which can take over a week to grow back. There are small scales on my wings that can regrow and repair small amounts of damage, so I do not need to do that very often."

As his hands dropped down to her shoulders, she relaxed slightly and closed her eyes, allowing him to explore her body as he willed. His warm fingertips brushed across her soft skin, her gentle breaths flowing in and out as she remained calm and collected. She could tell he was paying very close attention to her anatomy, but she could not say for sure how closely they aligned as she had never seen nor studied a human skeleton.
 
"That is amazing Gima," he said speaking in her tongue once more he thought it would ease her nerves if he spoke like one of her kin. His hand gently felt along her back, down her sides very softly. She was like flowing water to his touch, so gentle and smooth. No woman would ever feel like this he thought, no matter how many cosmetics or procedures they went through. His hand felt along the lower back, just above her backside. He let himself explore her supple rear.

"Are you still okay?" he asked as he touched a more private part of her now. Her legs where nice and slender, though very delicate feeling as well, it was no wonder as she prefered fligh over walking. But they where still strong enough to hold her aloft so they where not sickly skinny.

He licked his lips gently, as he touched in between her thighs from behind. He was careful not to go to far, not just yet. Instead his hands moved to cup her breasts, feeling them. They of course where soft, and very perky. Having an almost elastic like testure as he softly kneaded them.
 
Gima grew strangely silent as his hands slid across her sides and across her back down her to butt, her body growing slightly warmer under his touches. When asked if she were alright, she simply nodded although it was growing apparent that she was starting to react to his hands pressing against her sensitive areas, in particular when he touched her between her thighs. She bit her lower lip as if to suppress any sound that might escape, her legs pressing closer together instinctively as he gently touched her. The reaction was even more evident when he turned his attention to her breasts, however, as her cheeks turned a slight shade of red, particularly noticeable due to her pale complexion.

Her drew in shorter, more rapid breaths and her body became even more warm as he continued to knead and mold her breasts in the palms of his hands, as a sweet scent began to waft through the air emanating from between her legs. Her nectar apparently had a very fragrant property to it, with a smell similar to that of roses and berries. Her eyes started to water slightly and soft whimpers issued from her throat as she cast uncomfortable glances in his direction although she voiced no direct objection to his actions.
 
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