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"Are you going to stay in my spot or are you going to go away?" the boy asked sounding a little annoyed. "... I guess you can stay for a little while ... if you want to and you don't do anything bad," he said in a nicer tone and nodded as if talking to himself.

"It hadn't crossed my mind." He paused for a moment. "Do you wish my stay for a bit?" As he became more comfortable leaning against his pack his wings found their way out of the slits in his shirt and waved themselves out, as if shaking a shirt that was crumpled for too long.

Victor looked over at the fae as if he'd forgotten the man was still sitting there. The boy's eyes were drawn to Pier's wings and he stared at them without speaking only glancing away every few moments to keep from cutting himself as he cleaned the rabbit skins.

Pieridae watched Victor curiously. Waiting to see if he would reply at all, or he would simply ignore the question until it was asked again. For this second he let the boy drift off in whatever world he was in, waiting for him to come back.

The boy was in no hurry to return to the world the fae was in. He finished cleaning the skins and laid them to the side. He wiped his hands off on his clothes and glanced down at the knife Pier had given him then back at the fae's wings. Very slowly he reached out a hand to touch the man's wings, like a very small child would timidly reach out for an animal they wanted to pet.

Pieridae shook his wings with the sudden touch. He had been looking away at the forest when the boy reached out and had not known it was coming. The wings jolted and flapped for a second as the fae turned his head to see what touched his wings.

The boy blinked and drew his hand away as the fae's wings shook. After a moment he resumed staring and reached for them again since they were still there. "... nice ... pretty .... buggy. ... nice butterfly ..." he murmured to himself as he lightly touched the pier's wings as if their owner were not present.

He shook his wings again and helped them go back under his shirt, he wasn't one for touching, especially his wings. "Victor, is it what you wish?" He made his voice as soft as he could, but it still had frost in it.

Victor blinked and seemed to suddenly know where he was again. He pulled his hand back quickly and scowled at Pier. The boy had heard the fae, but hadn't processed what he'd said all that was on his mind was that the thing he'd wanted to touch was gone and Pier was somehow responsible for the thing being gone. "What are you looking at me for?" he growled at the fae.

"I'm waiting for an answer, that is all."

"Answer to what?" the boy asked confused, "You didn't ask anything."

"Me staying for a time. Is that what you wish?"

"Uh. I didn't say that. .... You can stay a little while if you want to. ...." the boy said as his free hand that had been reaching for the fae's wings earlier began to jingle the keys on his belt. "Quit looking at me like that," he protested turning his face away from pier. He was cross with the fae for putting his wings away and for reasons he couldn't put words to.

"I know you have an opinion. What be it?" The fae looked at the fire. A breeze opened the slits in his shirt just enough to glimpse the green and white underneath it.

"Why do you have holes in your shirt if you don't use your wings?" the boy asked.

"I do sometimes," Pieridae said, recalling the fight. "But I hunt, so I hide them if I don't need them so they do not give me away." He rustled his wings under his shirt. "They also help me go alot faster."

"Oh. ... do they have scale like butterflies that come off when you touch them and then you can't fly and you die?" he asked, "I heard that butterflies have scale and if you touch their wings a lot the scale come off and they can't fly and cause they can't fly they die. Is that true?" he asked the fae.

"For butterflies? Yes. For fae? No. While our wings may seem similar we don't have to worry about that."

"Oh," the boy said almost sounding disappointed. He let go of his keys and turned his new knife around in his hand. He stared down at the sharp blade as he fiddled with it. "But you can't fly can you?" he asked.

"I cannot. I can hover for a long time but my wings are not strong enough. It would take a very long time if even possible for me. Most cannot, I have heard of it before on rare occasions however."