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A'Hallei moved silently through the underbrush, a spectre that ghosted through the shrubs and foliage. Long hair tied back in a braid with feathers woven into it, armor glinting, the boy was reminiscent of a savage. Pointed ears quivered, as hauntingly green eyes scanned the surroundings. So far, he was alone.

Darting again, never staying in one spot too long, the youth snaked through the forest, free at last. He had escaped the night before, although it was nothing spectacular, as all he really needed to do was wait until everyone was asleep, and walk out of the front door.

A large foreign mass caught his eye- looking up, A'Hallei spotted a house suspended in the canopy, of a gorgous polished wood, vaguely disguised by ivy growing around the exterior. Curious, gauntlets came into use as he scaled the side of the tree without a ladder, and clambered onto the balcony, peering around.

...It looked empty.

Walking inside, it was clear someone lived here, there were utensils in the kitchen, a solar power generator, a few cots set up, as well as a table with cushions, and a fair amount of floor space. Up above, there was room for a staircase and a potential second floor, but right now it was a flat rooftop.
The house could use a little work, but fortunately, A'Hallei was an adept craftsman.

Turning around again, A'Hallei spotted Makenna, and let out a quiet eep of suprise. How had the boy been there the whole time without his noticing?

Crouching down, A'Hallei watched the boy below, smiling at the perplexed look on his face. Ah ha, so the ladder was the only other way up or down, and it was currently in his posession. Makenna, it seemed might have either been around when it was built, or found it before, as he seemed much more prepared than A'Hallei to stick around for a day, with a pack over his shoulder.
Intending to lay low, his plan was thwarted when his long braid slipped over his shoulder and fell through the hole cut for the ladder, falling into plain sight. Inwardly growling, A'Hallei drew it back up.

A'Hallei was having a grand time watching Makenna's poor attempts to climb the tree. It was rather slow and laborious, searching for branches and such like. That was of course until he slipped, and raked his hand on a sharp piece of bark, splitting the tender skin and spilling life fluid, red droplets falling to the floor below. Woodland animals would have fun with that...

As Makenna got a little higher, A'Hallei had an idea. It was still obvious the younger boy did not see him, and so, A'hallei hooked his feet on a support beam to the roof and reached down, suprisingly grasping Makenna by his thin wrists. Cruel gauntlets amazingly did not cut into his skin as A'Hallei hefted Makenna clear up into the treehouse, stumbling backward from the exertion and accidentally pulling the mocha skinned lad on top of him as he fell back. But, both of them were in the house, safely.

A'Hallei grinned, for once not completely upset at bodily contact with another. Makenna had his eyes tightly shut for a moment, who did he expect? A'Hallei's hair was starting to come free of his braid, wavy strands falling about his face. Whisper quiet, A'Hallei spoke,
"H-Hello...Obsidian."

Tilting his head to the side, A'Hallei blinked at Makenna, breathing light and shallow, face blushing just a little, like a drop of blood in a bowl of milk. After a little while, he began to squirm just a little, getting hot underneath all his steel and clothes, and the boy atop of him.

A'Hallei sat up, once again aware of the wound Makenna suffered. It looked worse than it actually was, the razes were long, but light, and probably would not scar. Still, there were flecks of dirt in them.

Years of being almost constantly wounded in one way or another led to A'Hallei frequently stashing extra bandages on his person, as well as little cleaning wipes. Dropping his gauntlets, A'Hallei reached under his fauld, where, strapped tight against his shirt, was an ace bandage and antibacterial wipe. He might be a little but nutty, but A'Hallei was far from stupid.

Handing the wipe to Makenna, he instructed the kid with hand motions to clean the wound while he prepped the bandage. Tearing it free of the pouch, A'Hallei readied the clips to hold the bandage in place, and unrolled it.

Under his armor, which consisted of a circlet or a helm, pauldrons, gauntlets, front chest plate over chain mail, a cloth fauld over scale mail laimes, and his adjusted boots (One day I'll draw a picture >.>) were soft clothing, to keep the weight of the protection from cutting into him or chafing. A simple tunic and breeches, usually. Under those were all of his bandages from the wounds he did recieve, largely self inflicted.

Taking the bandage, A'Hallei skillfully bound Makenna's hand, making it tight, but not constricting, and allowing a fairly large range of movement. It was not a bandaid, but an actual bandage. Two clips held the fabric in place on the top of the boy's hand.

Looking at it once over to ensure he did it correctly, he nodded with satasfaction.

A'Hallei then began looking over the treehouse again, for potential improvements. In the kitchen, a fire pit could be made for barbecuing or roasting, or making smores. Also, many of the surrounding trees were as sturdy as the one they were in now, creating the potentil for several linked houses.