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“My home?” Gin was a little startled by the question, but more put off by the lack of familiarity around him. “Well, it's up high in the trees, you know, so no one can get to me. I've gotten good at climbing and since you can fly, you shouldn't have any trouble getting up there.” It really wasn't much of anything to brag about, living up high in the trees, but it was one of the few things he had to grasp onto in his life. He didn't have family to go to.
But at least now he seemed to have made a friend and that was a nice change.
“It's not very fancy, mostly twigs and stuff that I've found lying around,” which translated very roughly to things he had stolen through the years.
“I want one of those nice houses on the ground, some day. When I don't have to worry about someone trying to hurt me.”
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Well, now Gin hardly wanted to sound stupid or useless, so his immediately reaction was to lie to Tiny. "Yes, we are..." but then he paused, not wanting to lie to her at all. Which was a peculiar thought at best. This very small woman was having very strange effects on his behavior. Effects he wasn't altogether certain he liked. Telling the truth, telling her much about himself. Even if it was nice having a friend, there was only so much someone new should be trusted with.
Except that, it was becoming compulsive at this point.
Sighing, Gin felt like he should hang his head in utter shame. "No. No, I have no idea where we are. But it looks like we are coming upon a city or a town or something." Which, in and of itself was a bit alarming. The woods was starting to thin a bit and give way. "Do you know what's... um..." His eyes went to the sky, trying to puzzle out where they were in term of directions. He was no great genius, having mostly the canopy of trees overhead from blocking him from telling direction properly.
But moss only grew on one side of rocks and trees, usually, so they had been travelling, "north of the woods?"
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