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The boy swallowed. The string on the coin kept him from swallowing it along with his own saliva. He continued to stare at the fae's wings. Victor spat the coin out spit dripping off it as it dangled on it's string in front of his chest. "I was," he says crossly. "Why do you need to know why I left?" he asked trying to ignore the man's wings.

Pieridae stood there looking at victor. "We are trading. I can put the wings away if it helps." He began to very slowly put his wings back in his shirt. Getting an answer was hard from this youngling. He was trying different tactics to retreive the information that this child concealed from him.

"Ask a different question," the boy says, "The you you're asking cost more than you can afford."

"The next question I ask you answer then right?" Pieridaes face remained expressionless but wasn't cold. He didn't want the boy reading his face if he was able to do such things.

"Depends what it is," Victor replies watching the fae's wings disappear into his shirt again. "And I'm not a 'youngling'. Stop calling me that," he says still a bit cross and half dreading what the man's next question will be. He can't read the fae's face, but he's never been very good at reading humans or humaniods unless they were animal like with ears or something to give their moods away.

"Then I propose a trade. You answer the previously asked question and I no longer call you youngling. How is that Victor?" The fae gave a half smile at the opportunity the boy just gave him to offer that trade.

The boy scowled at the fae. "That's not fair," he growled. In his mind truthfully answering the question as to why he'd moved location was nearly equal to suicide and not of equal worth to getting Pier to stop calling him a 'babyish' name. "No deal," the teen says sharply with a hint of fear in his eyes, "Ask something else."

The fae put his wings away and sat back down, leaning against his bag. He looked up to see the sun still showing it was morning. "Suit yourself, Victor." He was unsure what this boy's deal was with questions. He seemed to have an even bigger disdain for people than he himself. He took a peice of dried meat from the pack he had brought for Victor and started munching on it.

The boy waited as if expecting some sort of reprimand for his actions. See that Pier had stopped questioning him the boy visibly relaxed and dug some walnuts out from a pocket in his trousers. He cracked the nut between his hand with the aid of a second nut and picked the meat out to much on. "... you can ask stuff, but some questions don't get answers," Victor says slowly as he crunches on the walnut meat. "I don't have to talk to you," he adds as an afterthought.

"You don't. Nor do I have to have my wings out to be stared at." He set the meat down, sat up, and rumaged through his backpack to see if he could find anything else to eat. He finally found a small stack of unleavened bread and set it next to his meat. He closed his backpack and went back into the position he was in before it, munching on both. He broke a chunk of bread off and offered it to Victor.

The boy looked at the bread suspiciously. "I'm fine," he said not trusting the fae's food. "Does it hurt to have your wings all squished like that?" he asked slightly disappointed that he couldn't look at them.

He shrugged at ate the bread he was just offering, then followed it with some more dried meat. He shook his head to answer the boys question as the food was slowly sliding down his throat.

Victor watched the fae. The food didn't seem posioned, but he couldn't be sure. Pier wasn't human so even if the food didn't harm him the boy couldn't be sure it would be safe for non-fae. "Why'd you come over here for?" he asked Pier, "You must have known I was here."

"I came to bring food to you." He held up the bread and gestures to the meat. "I was able to find you from your fire." He nodded in its direction and let his eyes train on the smoke for a bit before snapping back to reality. "Why do you ask?" Maybe he would get through to the boy another time, he would give it a rest for now.

Victor shrugged. "I don't need your food," he said again. "Do you like the fire?" he asked the man. He had noticed how the fae had stared at the smoke for a bit. "Fire draws in lots of bugs and stuff," he said, "You're kinda of a bug."

"Fire is okay, I'm no bug though. I was just staring at the somke. Alot of people do, even humans." He shrugged and looked at the boy, "you did need the food. You don't now, but you did, and I wont let you die from starvation."

"You wont let me? I have no desire to die. You don't have power over death," the boy reasoned a loud as he frowned at pier. "You worry too much about things that aren't any of your business," he concluded as if his saying so would end the matter.

The fae nodded for a second. "I do. I have lived in the forest since child hood and have almost died multiple times. I worry because of these."

"So. You don't have power over death. You don't get to pick when stuffs dies or doesn't die," he said not quite understanding the fae's words.

"Nobody has complete power, yet nobody is without it." He pointed at one of the animals Victor was working on. "You decided to kill the rabit. You had a choice in its death. But you did not say which one you would kill. So you had a choice in life or death, but not of whom." Pieridae's mouth kept speaking just what came to his mind. "I could have killed the men back there. It would have been at my hand. It would have been my choice to take lives and which lives. But would it have been my choice to have it be those two men that were the ones to be the enemy hunters? I don't know. You see, we all have a thing called free will. But we also all are influence by fate. It is the combination of these two that make this world we live in."