Snippet #2448611

Peter was highly unamused with the castle, though he was amazed at the sheer size of it. He enjoyed things he could build, things he could understand; this castle was so enormous and strange to him he just didn't understand. And anything Peter Pan didn't understand was bad in his book.

So Peter made faces at the large white pillars as the walked through the all white garden. He glared at the beautiful trees, grass....birds. Though everything was still enchanting and mystical, it still put him off slightly and made him want to go flying for the forest (the green one). He followed Alice through the garden though, wringing his hands slightly and glancing at Wendy to see what her reaction was. As always, Peter never truly knew what Wendy was thinking, so his look really did nothing to help him. A very soft sigh escaped through his nose as they finally reached the massive entrance and stopped- he was ready to get back to a world of color....

“May I ask you to tell the Queen that The Alice, The Champion of Wonderland, has returned? Even if she is busy, I am in dire need of her help,” Peter could recognize a gloat when he heard them. He was fond of them himself, of course. Though, hearing it from Alice, he couldn't help but be a little impress. The strange soldier guard like man reacted instantly to her and didn't ask any questions- his like for Alice grew a bit at that.

As they waited, Peter glanced back over his shoulder at the whiteness. It wasn't often that Neverland ever got snow, only when the island wanted to send the boys a little gift. It only really lasted a few hours and it was never cold- not like it was on Earth the past two years. the winters had been harsh and the first real snow had left Peter with a bitter hate for snow. Looking over the White Queens garden, he couldn't help but be reminded of those freezing months. A chill ran down his spine and he shoved his hands into his front pockets, turning his back on the garden to face Wendy and Alice.

"Do you think Neverland would like a palace? I suppose it wouldn't fit into the scheme as well as the tree house, wonderful as it is, but they are very majestic.", Wendy whispered to him.

Peter shook his head and frowned, sending a wary glance up the walls of the palace, "Not tae keen oan th' white, though th' castle is massive. I 'hink I like my tree hoose bet'er, but mebbe some walls an' pillars woods be good. Shoods I get th' Lost Boys some armor like these lot? I likes their helmet" Peter cracked a grin, imagining the youngest of the boys decked out in the gear of the White Queens guards. Though it would be cooler in black, Peter could imagine snagging some of it and painting it for them.