welcome, purplepeggie!

...and let me introduce you to project flight

Once again, welcome, purplepeggie! My name is Peggie. I've see you've found my corner of Neopia. This is Project Flight, a page that is dedicated to my work toward my one ultimate dream pet, inspired by Ceilidh's UC Baby Kougra Project. Or if you're one of those people who doesn't like the words dream pet, let me rephrase that—this is a page dedicated to my achieving my one Neopet goal. And I am doing anything but just sitting around dreaming!


an intro to my goal

The only Neopet I've ever really wanted for species and color alone was—and is—an Unconverted Faerie Ixi. I have been playing Neo for a long time—(about eight years, though I've taken breaks in between)—and ever since my newbie days, that beautiful Faerie Ixi was the apple of my eye. There was something beautiful about the sparkle in their eyes, something playful about the careless curl of their hair, and something magical about their curious grin, their lovely outstretched hoof. They were gorgeous, and they filled me with inspiration—they had something that other pets did not, and that was a spark.

Unfortunately, in my early days, the only paint brush I knew how to save for was Christmas, and I had no idea what trading was. Shortly before the conversion, I took a hiatus. When I returned, to my dismay, I found that everything had changed! My once achievable goal of a Faerie Ixi had become a much farther, near-impossible speck in the distance. My Ixi was now known as an unconverted Faerie Ixi, and it would take a hundred times as much work to achieve.

For a while, I was distraught, and believed that I could never get my Ixi. I would have to trade up, but all of my pets were badly-named basics; how would I even get started? That was when I stumbled across a Purge board. During the 2011 part of Purge #3, I managed to catch a few names, which I traded for decently-painted pets. From there, I began to trade up—but even with Plushies and Royals, how was I supposed to break into UC trading?

That's when I had the first real stroke of luck in my Neo-life—I got a Fountain Faerie Quest. And from there, I realized that my goal was still far away as I had known before—but now, I had a chance at achieving it.


why project flight?


Project Flight is the name I'm giving my quest for an Unconverted Faerie Ixi. Aside from the obvious reasons of Faeries having wings, I like the term flight for two reasons—because it ties in with the story I have planned for my Ixi, and because flight implies taking off, soaring, and rising above. I want to rise above the obstacles holding me back, to leap past the challenges in my way, in order to finally make this fantastic dream a reality.

I've made this project to explain to others what my goal is. I've struggled so many times with the idea of giving up, but my friends, as well as other amazing Neopians, have pushed me back on the hard path every time. I know that if I make sure that others know my goal, I'll be less likely to give up. I also want to be able to use this page to encourage others to go after their dreams—to show that, however improbable the chances of getting my Ixi, it's still possible, and if that's true, then so are all of their dreams.


my progress so far


starter pet: Plushie Aisha custom

traded for: Xxxxxxx the Famous RN Basic

traded for: lexeus the misspelled RW UC Mutant Buzz
(Hooray! I finally broke into UC trading!)

traded for: ???

plans for my ixi


So, what's the point of telling you all of this, dear purplepeggie, if I don't intend to carry any of it through? Though my love of unconverted Faerie Ixis is quite unparalleled by anything I have known before, I figure that this is the right place to stick a mini-app, to convey my plans for this beautiful Neopet.

character

Name Ix (for now!)

Age 4 Neo-years (15 Ixi years)

Place of Residence Once was Faerieland, but is now everywhere; Ix is a constant traveler who doesn't stay in one place for long and couldn't, even if she chose to

Personality Hot-tempered, opinionated, fiesty, with periods of sullen silence and wishfulness

Companion Chuckie the Faerie Polarchuck, a faithful, albeit clumsy little thing that has been bonded with Ix


story

There were certain things that Faeries had to do. For one thing; they had to wait. Waiting was all Ix had ever known, but along with it went a sort of bursting excitement. Her fourth birthday was nearing, and with that, the promise of a life that reached further than hanging around Faerieland with her friends, playing amongst the clouds, daring each other to throw rocks at Jhudora's Bluff. There were a few days left, and Ix could feel it in her bones—power that she was going to be able to use in a little while. The ability to help others. To be more than just a child staring down from the clouds.

What was she waiting for? When Faeries turned of age, they would be able to finally harness the magic that was contained within them. They would be taught by Neopia's finest Faeries how to help others, how to heal, how to fly, and most of all, how to make a difference. And for Ix, who had spent her whole life waiting to actually mean something to the world, it was an unbelievably enormous day. The seconds were going by too slowly... tick... tick... tick... tick...

But when the day came she knew that something was terribly wrong. There was nothing different about her. Ix felt exactly the same. A look in the mirror told her as much; her eyes were the same, her voice was the same, her mind was the same. She was supposed to have become a true Faerie—what was wrong with her?

Her family was disappointed. That was an understatement; her family was devastated when they found out that Ix was not the Faerie they had wanted her to be. They had always suspected that something had been wrong with her—her temper, which she just barely managed to keep checked in order to keep respectable under Fyora's watchful eye; her twitchiness, her short attention span. They began to wonder if Ix had been destined to become a Faerie in the first place.

Devastated and turned away by her family—and what did Ix do? She was angry, but at what? She was confused, but where could she find the answers she wanted? Eventually, Ix wandered to the outskirts of Faerieland, where she had been instructed never to go, for fear of falling. Most Faeries didn't have to worry about that, but Ix couldn't fly—and in that second, she realized that she was trapped. Where could she go?

It was in that second when she saw a shadowy figure emerging from the darkness just beyond the edge of Faerieland. The apparition had long, hanging wings, and at first Ix felt her hear clench with jealousy even before she had time to feel fear—but once they stepped into the light, she realized that the Lenny before her was not Faerie, but Mutant.

To be honest, Ix had never seen a Mutant Neopian outside of books and classes—but with her already-crushed ego, she was in no mood to admit that he made her nervous. So she stood her ground, eyes level with his beady yellow sockets, and watched his mouth slowly open.

Hello there, miss, he croaked, stepping forward, his smile stretching impossibly wide across his beak—Why the long face?

Ix swallowed nervously, trying to fight the urge to run. Perhaps if she gave the illusion that she had Faerie abilities, he would leave her alone. She opened her mouth defiantly, ready to speak, but—

Don't even try it, the Lenny said, grinning. I smell something on you, miss—is it disappointment? Shame? Fear? Loneliness? Oh yes, I smell it. Fresh, too. He reached out a wing and placed it over her shoulder, so close that she could smell his reeking breath. The Lenny inhaled deeply, ignoring the shudders that were wracking Ix's body. Oh, that's fresh. That's perfect, perfect. A combination of all of them. Excellent. Perfect.

What are you talking about? she blurted, tearing herself free—I'm a Faerie. You ought not to speak to me like that if you want to leave here in one piece.

Could it be possible that the Lenny's mouth had stretched even wider? His eyes brightened. Oh, really? I thought Faeries weren't allowed to speak like that?

I—I'm a student of Jhudora Ix lied, immediately regretting it. If Jhudora found out she had said that—

Something about you makes me inclined to disbelieve the words that are coming out of your lovely mouth, miss. The Lenny stepped forward again. You feel—saddened, am I right? Ashamed. A disappointment to—to the family, if I'm correct? Stop me if I'm not. And a distinct lack of power—you're not a Faerie! He was almost cackling now, eyes like two enormous bulbs. A lie, you are, darling. An outward appearance—

I am a Faerie! Ix shouted, feeling all of the blood rush to her head in that second. Just because I can't fly doesn't mean—

Now, calm down, miss, the Lenny purred. You can't fly, you say? Of course you're a Faerie, of course you are—how could I have been so mistaken? Must have been the lack of flight. Yes... must have been... His eyes, which had dimmed slightly, began to glow violently. You can't fly? It's a pity, it really is. I must admit, I've never met a Faerie that couldn't fly, though...

Ix watched, unable to make a sound.

You know, he began, slow in contrast to the manic chattering of before—I think I have something that could help you fly. Escape. Go wherever you wished.

Ix stared as the Lenny stepped back a few paces to reveal an enormous, glittering contraption that she could have sworn hadn't been there a few seconds ago. It was a glimmering hot-air balloon—or almost one. A handful of glowing balloons were tied to a basket. There was a strange chirruping noise coming from the center of the basket.

Magical hot-air balloon basket, the Lenny murmured. It'll take you anywhere, everywhere. You'll be free. He stopped and waited, as if considering. Comes with a free Faerie Polarchuck, too.

Ix couldn't take her eyes off of it. It wasn't extraordinary—almost unremarkable altogether—but there was something about it that drew her closer. Was it the promise of flight? Freedom? Choices that she could make for herself? Yes; it was all of those, but something more. Suddenly, she realized she had stepped inside of the hot-air balloon as she felt the basket quake beneath her.

As she began to float away, a sinking feeling filled her stomach.

The Lenny below was smiling, and he opened his mouth for one last time. Congratulations! he cried, voice fading away. There's only one catch...


customization ideas


This, of course, would fit my Ixi's story best, but it's Neocash and I'm guessing it's pretty rare, so it's a dream background.

The other backgrounds, shown below, represent other ideas for my Ixi's adventures. I'll change the background all the time, depending on where her story has taken her!
(Drag and drop for full size!)



conclusion

Thank you for reading through Project Flight, purplepeggie! It means a lot to me that someone would take the time to learn about my goal. I'm working hard every day toward this beautiful pet, and I hope that one day, I'll be able to finally say that I own an unconverted Faerie Ixi.

Please free to Neomail me if you have any comments, suggestions, or anything else to say.

Thank you to everyone who has given me advice, words of encouragement, or has helped me work toward this impossible goal! Because of you, I haven't given up hope. Because of you, it looks a little more possible every day.

thank you!






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