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"Legally the rabbit belongs to me either way," Victor says. "Were you thinking of camping here long?" he asks the fae, "There's a proper campground for that sort of thing a ways away." He slowly reaches for the dead rabbit and pulls out a knife to skin it with. "I've been out here for years. I know how to take care of myself," the boy says as he watches the fae to see if he'll try to take the rabbit back. The bugman did kill it after all and could likely use the meat as much as Victor could.

"Legally? Who says I didn't kill it this morning some ways away? Never the less, it is yours. I can get more. And while I thank you for the information on the campground, I do not know how long I will be here, I live with this little camp you see, I take it wherever I go, and I go wherever I can find food." Pieridae shakes his head, "I've been doing this my whole life."

"It hasn't been dead that long," Victor says dragging the rabbit closer and stabs it between the shoulders. He starts skinning it right away no use letting it rot. The boy looks into the pot and swishes the contents around a bit. He sticks the skinned rabbit on his sharp stick and shoves the other end into the ground so it can lean over the fire.
"Even if you did catch it somewhere else it's mine now," the boy says as he uses in fingers to pick a piece of meat out of the pot beside him and shoves it into his mouth.

"Well of course it is yours now, I gave it to you!" Shaking his head he asked the boy his name. "There is no use in being strangers, almost everyone is one to me, and it seems like they are to you too aren't they?" The voice of the hunter become a little less cold.

Victor is still suspicious of the man. People have been sent to drag him back to civilization before and he can't be sure this man doesn't have that sort of thing in mind or something worse. "I'm Victor," he says slowly leaving off his surname to be safe though everyone in the area knows about him. "What are you called?" he asks the fae.

"I don't like humans. They're stupid. They makes lot of rules that don't make sense and do bad things ..... They're bad," the boy says sharply, in answer to the man's remark on their similarities. His face seems harder and his eyes more sunken in as he speaks about his own species.

"Hellow Victor. My name is Pieridae. Beleive it or not it's just Pieridae. I was raised in the conditions I live today and I never learned a last name." The fae smiled, getting more used to human interaction. "We'll I'm not human Victor. I'm a fae." He wiggles his hidden wings as emphasis and extends his hand for a shake.

"pierdate?" the boy repeats stumbling over the pronunciation of the man's name. "You said you were a bugthing already," he points out ignoring the offered hand as he roots around in his stew for more to eat while the rabbit cooks over the fire.

Withdrawing his hand he offers assistnce with his name, "How about this, why don't you just call me Pier?" He ignores the remark and looks at the keys. "You have some fine keys there, do you collect them?" his curiosity in this boy was continually increasing.

Victor tightens his grip on his keys and pulls them into his lap as if to protect them from Pier. "... maybe," he says quietly, "They don't go to anything anymore. Nobody wanted them. .... Why shouldn't I have them?" He picks a piece of garlic out of the pot and sticks it in his mouth not taking his eyes off the man before him for an instant.

Pieridae smiles and slowly walks around the other side of the fire to give him space. "There is nothing wrong with having them. They seem neat." He Checks the fire. "Do you need some more fuel?"

The boy doesn't relax any. "Of course I can have them," he says defensively, "I found them. They're mine." His gray eyes follow the fae as he moves around the fire. "If I need to build up the fire I'll do it myself. I've been living her for four years. I know what I'm doing," Victor says sounding crosser than usual. "Why don't you go back to your own camp if you have one?" Victor not so kindly suggests.

"Alright alright, my apologies youngling. If you wish my leave, I will go." The Fae picks up his gear and starts heading off then turns around. "I might have a key somewhere, I will look for it tonight and I will see if I can get it to you before I leave in a day or two." The hunter turns and walks away.

Back at his small campsite Pieridae held true to his word and search for the key. He knew he used to have one but was insure if it was still in his pack. He hasn't needed it in a very long time, and probably never will need it again. Heck, he couldn't even remember why he needed it! He ate a dinner f dried meats and picked mole berries. He gave his chance of fresh meat to the intriguing boy he stumbled upon.
Being alone again Pieridae reverted back to his silent nature, it had been a while since he had spoken to anyone. He laid back onto his pack and sighed, today had been a good day. And while he still wondered about the boy with te red house, he was content with himself and te world. He did find the key, a small brass key from his old cabin. Maybe someday he would return to it, maybe he never would. Right now he didn't care. Pieridae planned on bringing the key to Victor in the morning and then setting off again. He slept quite well under the stars.

"I'm not a 'youngling'" Victor spits out as the man leaves. He can't be sure if the man heard him, but it doesn't much matter to the boy if he did or not. Victor finishes his stew and nibbles a bit at the rabbit once it's finished cooking. He cuts up the leftovers and adds more wood to the fire as the night comes, before crawling into his shelter behind the red door. The door is much larger than the hole in the hill behind it. The boy can't stand up in his home, but it serves him purposes. He stashes the freshly cooked rabbit near the pile of furs that act as his bed. He latches the door from the inside and strips before burrowing under the furs. The boy rolls over onto his back and toys with the string around his neck before sticking the coin on it into his mouth to suck on it. He thinks over the small man's intrusion a bit before drifting off to sleep.

When dawn arose, Pieridae rose with it. He packed all his things up and put the bag on his back, he left his wings unbidden so as not to hurt them. He picked up his bow and put on his quiver before setting off, the sun was low in the sky.

He retraced his path back to where he met the boy named Victor. He approached the clearing and looked for signs of a fire or a person. He couldn't tell yet so he continued towards the hill with the red door, key on hand.

The fire is blazing brighter than before. It had been kept burning all night to keep wild animals away while the boy slept. Victor had risen before the sun as he was want to do and eaten some of the rabbit Pier had given him for his breakfast. The red door was half open letting sunlight into the small hole where the boy lived. Victor sat inside the entrance in a faded pair of sweatpants with soap residue smeared over his chin and upper lip. He held a straight-edge razor in one hand. The sun reflect off the small mirror on the table in front of him. The table sat in an indent made for it to make it flush against the side of the tunnel further in behind the boy the hole opened up a little to give him some standing room in his living space. The boy's eyes dart to the side as he hears the fae coming near, but he doesn't say a word to the man.

Pieridae continues closer to the hill and stops outside the door. He fiddles with the key I his hand before he knocks on the door and speaks,"I found the key Victor, I am here to drop it off before I set off for more free land. This particular one goes to an old hunting cabin of mine." he holds out the key in front of entrance as he leans against it. "It's yours youngling."

Victor scraps the soap lather from his face methodically with the straight edge as the Fae comes near. He rinses the blade in a bowl of water on the table in front of him between strokes. The boy doesn't really need to shave, but he's gotten into the habit of doing so every morning weather he needs to or not.

"Don't you need it?" he asks Pier as he lays the razor aside and wipes his face with a scrap of cloth. "How will you get in your cabin if you don't have the key for it?"

The visitor shrugs. "I don't use it." He taps his backpack to save explanation. "I think it would be of more use here." The cold voice had softened a lot when talking to the boy since the beginning. He didn't mind actual speech at the moment. He usually didn't prefer it. "Do you want it?"

Victor picks up a shirt made of hide and shakes it out before putting it on. "None of my keys go to anything," he says slowly, "I just found them. .... Except one that goes to my aunt and uncle's house, but only because they're too dumb to change the locks. Not that it would matter if they did. I could get in anyway if I wanted to." He looks at the key the Fae is holding out to him. "I don't need a cabin. ..... and you might want it back someday," he says as he fumbles around for his keys and pulls them to himself from where they'd been laying on the floor of the tunnel. He idly flips through his keys slowly one by one as he looks at Pier. "Where were you thinking of heading to?" he asks sounding uninterested in what the man has to say.

He shrugs and puts the key back in his pocket. "Where ever." His hands motion to the forest and all beyond. "I was just trying to pass on a old object of mine. I can be out of your hair soon youngling." Pieridae smiles slightly as he speaks.