Whilst wandering the camp grounds earlier that day, Pixie had found that she had rather been everywhere. All except for the Volleyball court and the lava climbing wall thing which she refused to visit until further notice. That was how, after running to her cabin to change into proper clothes
she had ended up at the volleyball court. Pixie, in essence might have not been the best at sports, unless you were talking soccer. But as far as volleyball was concerned, she wasn't the best. Maybe if she ever took the time out to practice the sport she would have been better, and maybe that was something to think about doing more often.
Either way, good at the sport or not, she was here, approaching the court now. That was, until she saw someone, and rather slowed down her pace a bit. Until she came to a full stop, and what she was doing was not spying, it might have been considered lurking which was not really any better then spying. But in Pixie's own little word, it just wasn't as bad. But for a few moments, she was just confused. From where she was standing, the counting was barely heard for a moment, then she just stopped trying to hear it, maybe she was finally going mad. Hopefully not, but she wouldn't even think about dismissing the thought. From what she had gathered so far, she didn't know this boy, nor did she know what he was doing, but what she did know was that one minute he was on his feet and the next he was on his back. Ouch.
Just then was when Pixie decided to stop her lurking game and walk over to see if he was alright. Coming up beside him she looked down with a slightly tilted head. "Are you okay?" she asked the boy, holding out her hand. It really was awful when volleyball nets went all ninja on people. It was just like when you texted and walked, and eventually a pole or a tree would go all ninja in the exact same way.