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Jennine took his hand, stepped out of the rope and onto the branch. She kneeled down and stared at the ground. "Wow...how far up are we?" She didn't seem very scared of the height, just amazed by it.

Pieridae shrugged. "30, 40." He didn't really ever care how far up. His wings would save him if he fell. The girl, however, didn't need to know that 30 feet was actually the height at which a human will not survive the fall.

"Cool..." She looked down again. I've never been this high, but i it's even higher when you're flying right?" Jennine glanced at his wings. They were beautiful, but she didn't know if he'd be offended or pleased by the comment. "What does everyone look like when you're up so high?"

"I can't fly," responded the fae. He didn't care that he couldn't, even if it may or may not make life easier. He usually thought it wouldn't. Pieridae undid the knots in the rope and created new ones. After several knots in the rope and two ends tied, a small hammock type bed rested in the trees. "There, that should be adequate for your skills." It was the sort of hammock that one could not prevent from cocooning them when they got into it, although the rope allowed them to see perfectly and the cocoon would actually help to prevent the user from falling out of it.

"Oh." Jennine wondered if she'd offended him, but he seemed indifferent to the fact. She crawled over into the hammock, letting out a muffled squeak as it cocooned around her. She relaxed when she realized she wasn't falling and could still see. She smiled through it at Pier. "You're pretty smart. I don't know anyone that could make something like this."

Pieridae shrugged. "Knots are important for my survival." A cricket chirped, signifying the start of night. "You should sleep. Nothing will bother you up here."

Jennine nodded and yawned. "Good night." She couldn't remember whether he'd told her his name or not so she left it at that and soon fell fast asleep.

Pieridae didn't respond to her good night wish. He stayed on the sturdy branch he was on and leaned in against the body of the tree. His hood was pulled low over his face as it bowed in rest and one leg hung off the edge while the other was half crossed on the branch. He folded his arms before him as he rested for the night.

Jennine woke with a start and looked around through the hammock. It had been a fairly comfortable place to sleep. In the branches of a tree across from them, a squirrel stared at her, as if trying to figure out just what the heck she was and what she was doing up here. Jennine didn't know how to get out of the hammock, so she just lay there, staring back at the squirrel.

Pieridae awoke when the hammock dweller did. He looked up, around, then at her. It was morning already, but still not light out. "You're up," he stated, intending for it to be more of a question than a statement.

"Yup. Good morning." The squirrel ran off to chase another squirrel. Her stomach growled a bit and she realized she hadn't eaten since lunch the day before. She'd gone into the woods before supper. She peeked at Pieridae's wings to make sure they were really there and that she hadn't just dreamed them up.

The fae's wings were not of the girl's imagination, and fluttered behind Pieridae as if reassuring the girl they were real. He nodded, and then raised a brow when Jennine's stomach made a noise. "Climb out and we'll get breakfast," he said. He was used to going without food for a time, although he too was starting to feel hunger's presence.

She nodded and slowly stood up, keeping her balance. She reached out to a branch and held on while she stepped out of it. I wonder if I could get a bed like that. It definitely was more comfortable than the one in her aunt's house with the squeaky uncomfortable springs. "What are we going to eat?"

The fae shrugged. "Deer, hare, squirrel." Although he didn't specify, all of his meats were dried, which although he was used to, some might not be. Pieridae took the hammock and began untying it, taking quite a bit to do so. The rope wrapped around his arm as he coiled it up, taking another few minutes. "Can you get down?" He asked the girl. He realized he was talking more then he usually did with others, and he scorned himself inwardly for it. His life did not leave room for friends... or pipsqueak companions for that matter.

Jennine makes a face when he mentions eating such cute little animals. Her stomach grumbles again though, and she decides that she can eat one or two bites of cute and cuddly. She looks down at the branches thoughtfully, seeing how she could get down. After a bit, she looks back at Pieridae and nods. "I can get down."

The fae nodded and, after tossing the rope down, followed it with a leap and a spreading of the wings. He landed gracefully on a knee, standing back up and walking to collect his things. He took the rope and put it back into his bag, folding his wings into his shirt before putting it on. Pieridae stepped back and looked up to check on the girl's progress.

Jennine swung down branch by branch, considerably more slower than Pieridae, but she was determined to do this herself. She finally dropped down from the last branch. She turns to the fae, a proud and accomplished smile on her face.

"Well done," he told the girl. From the pack in his bak he produced a dried piece of meat and handed it to her. "We'll find a stream, eat, then get you home," he said.

Jennine felt a little disappointed about having to go home, but she nodded. She took the meat and bit off a piece, chewing it thoughtfully. "What do you usually do? Do you have a job?"

Pieridae led the way to where he had seen a stream later the previous day. It was not that far from where they currently were. The fae looked at the girl. "You ask too many questions," he warned her. "I live out here, surviving is my job."