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"You can't outrun It." Ovaan told her, in a voice that suggested she obviously should have thought of that before. His behavior was changing, becoming stranger, and he kept repeating things he'd already said, as though he'd forgotten that he'd ever said them in the first place.

"I'll take you to Safety," he informed her finally, leaving no room for arguing.

"Come. I show." He told her with a childish happiness, spinning around on his heels and dashing off in the direction from which he'd come, travelling at a light run, his fuzzy moth-like antenna flying out behind him and his wings held firmly against his back, his lantern making him a fairly easy beacon to follow, despite his zig-zagging in and out of the trees.

Ovaan suddenly screeched to halt, so abruptly that the girl ran past him. He seemed to find this extremely amusing, for a big grin crossed his face, and he swung the lamp tauntingly as she stopped herself and returned to where he stood. He giggled his light, musical, almost childish laugh at her, before growing solemn.

"We're there." He whispered, eyes wide and bright.

Ovaan gave an exasperated sigh, sill acting less mature than he had coem across at first. "Not here," he told her. "Up there." He pointed upward. They were standing at the base of a gargantuan tree. Before Kelala could react. he'd reached for her, wrapping an arm securely around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, and started up the tree. He half-crawled, half-flew up the tree's rough bark, the girl held securely against his chest. The bark was rough and sharp, enough to cut the skin of the two scaling it';s side, but Ovaan seemed to know exactly where to put his free hand, his wings boosting him up.

It seemed to be only moments of chaotic climbing, despite the fact that they were now higher than most of the other trees, when he pressed her against the bark. The section of tree fell inward, an upright trap door, sending them both toppling into a dark, cavernous hollow in the great tree.

Ovaan rolled the moment he hit the ground, whipping himself limberly into an upright position. With a quick wave of his lantern, the room the were in lit up. It was indeed a room, with torches holding strange glowing stones along the walls, homemade furntiure of mis-matched styles and wood types, seemingly made and decided upon spur-of-the-moment. There was a bed, a table, a few mismatched chairs, a lot of small chunks of wood strewn everywhere, as well as home-made whittling and carving knives.

Ovaan pushed the 'door'- perfectly camouflaged against the tree, back into its secure position. He turned to his new guest and said in a happy, sing-song voice. "There. We'll be safe in here."

Ovaan had been facing away from her, adjusting one of the glowing stones, but turned back to face her when she spoke. He looked her up and down, seeming to choke back a rude reply, before gruffly saying, simply, "Ovaan." He looked quickly away from her, happy-go-lucky facade dropped, and after a few moments asked, as though as an after thought, or perhaps because he could think of nothing else, "You?"

"Well...it isn't safe for you to leave at least until morning. So get comfortable," he turned away from her, gesturing lossely at a pile of blankets in the a 'corner' of the round room. The blankets, as with the rest of the room, were different shapes, materials, and design, very mis-matched. Some of them felt as fine as silk, while other ones were coarsely woven by hand.

"You can stay the night...but you can't have my bed."