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From a nearby tree, the owl was being watched by another. White hair laid over the shoulders of a certain tatzel that frequented the canopy of trees near where the reaper had chosen to sit. Levi herself kept her gaze on the wide wing span of the bird that flew, tail flickering down the length of the tree and legs crossed long-wise over the branch she sat on with her back to the trunk.

When she finally look to the boil down below, curiosity perked her interest; he seemed to be making something. Rustling in the brush of leaves, the tatzel jumped down, quietly making her way over to the back of the boil with the purple hair in what looked like really tightly wound ringlets.

At his back, she peered at the blades of grass with a smirk before watching up at the owl's flight again. She dropped down behind him on her knees, getting into a comfy seating position.

Nice hooter ya got thar!

His reaction was priceless; had she really caused him to fumble back like that with her comment? Or was he just startled by her sudden appearance? The latter, surely, she thought. This pleased the tatzel as if she had successfully been practicing her stealth training from Invictus' class. Overlooking the face of the boil now under her own, her smile widened at his own offered grin. Don't see much 'a them 'round 'ere. Nothin' like yers anywho. Nice hearin' 'em in tha' woods hootin'away. Relaxin'

Now she recalled the face- this was the boil Lark knew from the assembly. A friend of hers? Levi's tail swished back and forth behind her, looking up at the flying owl before she recalled something. Ah- whar're ma manners. Name's Levi. Been 'round tha'campus long?

Levi took Kettil's hand after a second of understanding how to do so from an upside-down position. Oh so ya'got friends in'ere! Yeah, reckoned didn't see ya'round these parts when I came 'on over. It'sa sure as heck big place though so who know who ya'ain't seen that been 'ere fer years. He could have been a third year student, really. Something about him seemed new, however.

Chattering with an owl sounded intriguing. They always had a smart look about them. When Kettil mentioned the owl coming down, her first thought was- Why not go up? The smile turned to a smirk. Could the boil climb any?

Kekeke. The phrase "jam packed with bodies" made her think of a group of undead in a closet for some reason like flyfeesh in a can. Somehow the thought doubled as delicious- but so wrong.

She tilted her head to Kettil's mentioning of his living conditions back home. OH YEAH? Ya don't say! Tatzelwurms didn't live in trees anymore, but she heard old tales from Gran about their ancestors supposedly depending on trees for homes. If it was true, and Levi liked to believe it was, then her kin and Kettil's shared a common ground, so to speak. At the very least, Levi often spent her time hanging about in tress as was typical of tatzel youngsters; you learnt to hang from your tail before you crawled.

That's a mighty fine way'a livin'! Got tha' fresh air n' sound a'trees... Ya'll live with yer folks? Following after the reaper boil, Levi stared up at one of the trees nearby them, noting the initial branches and how she'd scale through. It was a good sturdy base of branches, but Levi couldn't help but tease a bit... he was still a boil, after all. Hmm... think this one'll do?

The mentioning of a Gran had the tatzel particularly interested. OOoooh. I live with'ma ran too! Ma n' Pa n' Gran... n' tha'critters, ya'know? He had an owl, but perhaps more than just that back home. Ma'Gran- she always been tellin' me stories 'a ma'kin back in'tha days 'before I was born. It was the only way she knew other sorts of dragons existed before coming to Amityville. He was a boil, but so far, he was the closest boil to nature aside from Demi that she'd met.

Yep! Know just what'cha mean! Home changin' from where yer kin're ta where ya'are. Kinda neat gavin' more than one place ta'call home, though. She paused for a moment, thinking of the times she'd gone back while being enrolled in Amityville, each time coming back more knowledgeable of herself and what she wanted from life. It was beneficial being able to see and know things she would not have if she'd stayed in her tatzel town. Dorms got ther good'points. Ain't got no argument ta'out 'ere thought. Refreshin' n' open... Levi in took a large breath through her nose, just expressing her statement.

Then her eyes widened to his challenge with a sly smirk perking. Oho, I see'how ya'll 'are, boil! So were talkin' a race, aye? Crouching with a claw to the floor, the tatzelwurm's tail worked as a spring, jolting her into the brush of leaves and onto the first rim of branches in their designated tree. 'r I can wait... >3

Kekeke~! Oh this boil; this boil had a gift for making her chuckle, it seemed. Not unlike any good old country boil, he had his manners but an urge to take her on as well. Fairly smart-mouthed too, the ghoul thought to herself, continuing to be humored.

Fer'a fellar with them limbs, ya'll sure do climb quicker than any'ol two-legger I ever seen! The playfulness in her voice as she grabbed onto another branch above her would entail Levi had meant it as a compliment and the proof was to follow. Yew sure ya'ain't no tatzelwurm under thar? He was catching up to her as she moved rather speedily regardless of her tail being used to aid her. Clearly, the reaper boil hadn't been fibbing about his skill level when in the trees.

The top was nearly in sight when Levi began to think of her most recent tree climbing experience with a classmate. It had been quite some time since she'd seen the ghostly fox-hooded ghoul, but she'd also been known not to stay in the dorms. Levi had visited the treehouse from time to time, but it remained empty aside from the minis that resided.

Levi missed having a companion to climb with. Demi was more of a runner and West, well... his shoes and clothes were quite costly from what Levi could tell and it would be hard accepting damages to such garments. Yes, that was why she worried about being up in a tree with him; what war isle?

The tatzel ghoul stopped in her ascending to look to Kettil with a rather serious and inquisitive expression on her face. Biting her lower lip, she decided to go for it and ask. Yew ever make'a place up 'ere fer just friends? Quiet place fer just knocking cans 'round? She meant hanging out.

When ya'say yew never got 'nuff material, that's 'cause ya'll were workin'lone at tryin' ta'built it? She'd had help making the first treehouse here at Amity, but it was sure a workout day after available day to get things together secretively. If they knew they'd made something, someone was bound to give them detention. If another student found it, well, then it wouldn't really have been a secret hideaway anymore. There were various elements to consider when making a place of solitude away from home.

Been lookin' ta make one 'ere, actually. Need someone who's handy on their tree feet. The ghoul looked at Kettil from bent knees to face with a toothy grin. To mirror him, the white length of her tail twisted around the branch she held, allowing her to let go and hang up-side down in front of the Muut boil by the appendage. It wouldn't have been right to invite anyone to someone else's secret hideout, so in order to have an outdoors getaway, Levi needed someone who was just as enthusiastic about delving through the brush of the treetops as she was. Sure would take more than'a little while but can be done. Possum ghoul was swinging playfully with batMuut, piecing together something that would allow her to potentially rediscover a fun woodsy base.