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"Why?" the boy asked since the store hadn't been his goal. He looked down the road as far as he could. It looked like more buildings and city lay past the road. There were less buildings where they were and they were spaced out to fill the void between the city they were leaving and one that lay beyond. "Forward?" Victor said while looking around for other options.

Pieridae shrugged. "Alright, forward it is." He crossed the road and went into the forest, stopping by a tree to move some of the herbs in his backpack to the firstaid kit also in his backpack. "Give me a second." He pulled out a few bundles of leaves and such, they were well wrapped. He carefully arranged them in the open space in the first aid kit he had made by getting rid of the chemicals.

Victor watched him curiously. "What are you doing?" he asked the fae. "Don't do anything that could get me in trouble," the boy warned Pier. The young man jangled the keys on his belt nervously as he waited for the man to finish fixing the kit how he wanted it. "Are you ready yet?" he asked after a few seconds.

The fae looked up. "Its okay," he said. "They're in place of common medicine. Goldenrod, Aloe Vera, Gotu Kola, Arnica." He pointed to each as he spoke. He had to shove some stuff to teh side to fit it all in but it worked. He put the box back in his pack and stood up. Pieridae then nodded he was ready.

"Don't try to sell it to anyone and don't get arrested," the boy said as he walked along the side of the road. His new shoes picked up a coating of dust as he kicked a bit of gravel along in front of him. faded and water damaged posters hung from telephone pole ahead of them. the scraps of stapled on paper flapped in the breeze. One had a blurry picture of a dog on it that someone had lost. Another paper yellowed from age was printed off a computer. It had a long description of a person that had gone missing from a mental hospital. There wasn't a picture and most of the words had been erased by rain over time. What could be read was the physical description list.

Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sex: Male
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Gray

Someone had written an 'e' over the 'a' in 'gray' with an ink pen, but even the ink was faded showing that it wasn't a new edit. Victor was focused on the poster about the missing dog for a little while, but when he saw the one about the missing mental patient he laid his backpack on the ground. He used the pack as a step to stand on so he could reach the yellowed poster. The boy pulled on it carefully so that all of it wouldn't tear and leave a big piece stuck to the pole. He folded the poster up and put it into his bag. He slapped the bag to try and get the dust off it then put it back on and continued to walk down the road.

He shook his head. "Not drugs, not for sale," Pieridae responded as he walked beside Victor. When they got to the post he assumed he was bored and was reading, so Pieridae did the same. He found it odd that the boy took it down. "What's that you have there?" The little fae inquired. Despite living in the woods, Pieridae could still read from when his parents taught him when he was younger.

The boy would have assumed the man could read. "A piece of paper," he said not explaining what was on it or why he took it down. "Somebody lost a dog," he said pointing at the other paper still on the post. "I hope they find it. Dogs can be nice. You ever have a dog? I used to want one, but they're too risky to keep."

"Blonde, caucasion dog? With g-r-a-y eyes?" He spelt the word with emphasis on the 'a'. Dogs didn't have grey eyes as far as he knew. This made all of it suspicious, it would explain why the boy wall all alone if this was him. He hoped not though.

"No there," the boy pointed again at the paper on the post that told about the missing dog. "That's about the dog," he said sounding annoyed. "And it's g-r-E-y. Everybody writes it wrong," he said correcting the man's spelling to suit his own personal preference. "It was a white dog with brown spots and short fur," he said reading the missing dog sign again.

"And what is the other one?"

"What other paper?" the boy asked, "There wasn't any other one. You must have been seeing things." He was indeed the missing boy, but he sure wasn't going to tell the fae that.

The fae shook his head and started walking again. One piece of paper wasn't worth an argument. "Where to?"

"I told you already," Victor said. he was a little surprised the fae hadn't asked him more question about the poster he'd taken down. He suspected the topic would come up again later when they were in a less exposed area. "Forward, I guess," the boy said pointing down the road toward the next town.

Pieridae shrugged and started walking again. He was not used to company but didn't mind it, nor was he used to walking on alot of pavement or road sides, he didn't mind that either he realized. The cool air started to warm up as the sun started drying the damp ground and covered the traces of the earlier rain.

Victor's feet hurt in the new shoes, but he considered it a small price to pay for the added protection they gave him. He walked along the road kicking another rock as he went. The rock led him on a winding route along the level ground as he followed the rock down the road. Now and then a car would pass them by polluting the air with its exhaust fumes. More buildings rose up as they drew closer to the edge of the town. Another poster like the one the boy had removed clung to the grimy window of an abandoned shop. This one had a picture. The face in the faded photo was younger but clearly the same boy. Victor even had the same hair cut as in the picture. The boy walked over to the shop and as though it were the most normal thing to do edit the spelling of 'gray' to 'grey' with a pen from his backpack and then took the poster down, folding it up like the other before putting it into his pack. He turned and looked Pier in the face as if daring him to say something about it.

Pieridae held the boy's stare. He was quiet for a minute before he spoke. "Is there something I should know about, Victor?" This was wasn't that surprising to Pieridae. He had guessed it when he first meet Victor, even though the teen had denied it. He waitd for a response before he would ask any other questions or proceed in the conversation.

The boy shrugged. "There are many things in the world you probably should know about," he replied. The fae had been nice so far and hadn't given the boy reason to fear him yet, but telling him about himself was dangerous and could easily be a life sentence as far as Victor knew. "Try a different question. You don't get the answers you want if you don't ask the right questions," he told the man.

Pieridae clapsed his hands together. "Alright Victor. Why hide this from me?" The Fae gestured to the spot where the poster was. "The poster that is." He figured this would be a good start if the boy would answer him at all. Answering was another problem he faced though, for it seemed the teen didn't like to answer questions.

The boy didn't understand why the man had clapped his hands and he suspected that the action was meant to be condescending somehow. "I'm not hiding them. I don't keep them. I'm removing them. I used to just fix them, but it didn't help. They kept making more and they were still wrong. Now they have pictures on them," the young man answered. ".... Humans are very stupid," the boy said hesitantly, "They can't see things they don't want to see. They don't think. They don't think at all. ..... And when they do they think bad is good. They are very stupid."

Pieridae shook his head. "I'm not human Victor. What else have you hid from me? I need to know before we travel any further." He looked at the boy. "What other trouble have you started?" The tone was not argumentative, it was simply inquisative.