Tamia gasped.
"You.... You have.... you have a....tail?
"What? This old thing? Dont worry 'bout it love." He gave her a wicked grin.
"Just come with me."
With that the figure span and ran through the foliage, skipping through the undergrowth like a hare.
Tamia, on the other hand, was still dazed from her ordeal and almost fell over as soon as she started.
"Oh come 'n! You can do better then tha'!
"How can I trust you?"
"What? not trust a complete stranger you met in the bush? Ridiculous!"
"That... Isnt a good enough answer."
"Who are you? Me mum? Just come on!" He skipped away before she could argue.
Tamia gritted her teeth, forced herself to calm down, and ran.
***
"What did you mean by saviour?" Tamia sipped the brew suspicously.
"What? Oh. That."
He sat down on the other side of the fire.
They were camped underneath a ledge, jutting off a cliff face that erupted from the trees. Over hanging flowers lent the camp a sweet, heady smell, and tamia was beginning to relax.
"Let me introduce meself. I'm Elyn... Just call me Elyn."
Tamia noticed the exclusion of the surname, but decided not to press the point.
"So... what are you exactly? Why are you here? do you live here?"
"Well... I did... I am one of what they call the Tree people. But I ran away. Not enough action in our village. Then.... well, let's just say I'm here to help you."
Tamia was not pleased with this explination, but she was too weary to argue.
"So, miss Tamia, what about you?"
"I...." Tamia frowned.
"I lived... I lived in a cottage?"
She struggled with the blackness that was her memory.
"There was me... and Mother..."
Tamia's eyes widened as her memories rushed back.
"No... I won't say..." She gasped.
She glared at the young man sitting across from her.
"I cant trust you... Not yet. I don't even know you."
Elyn nodded.
"Fine. I shall just have to wait." His face then burst in to a grin.
"I will have the time to wait. Count on it."
