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It had been two weeks since Stig had last spoken to Rowan, and he felt a little bad. Unfortunately, it wasn't like he had much control over that, the gathering of the witches had lasted longer than expected. So many of them hadn't found partners right away, and their leader hadn't been very happy about that. He'd forced the coven to remain in the woods for five days longer than originally planned, and Stig had had a tough time trying to stay out of the eyes of the witches. His abilities made him a prime partner, and his ranking as well as his recent successful assassination had made him out to be quite the looker.

The problem was, Stig wanted nothing to do with the witches.

He didn't trust a single one of them, they were all calculating and ancient. Yes, he was pretty old too, but witches reincarnated (which was very unnatural) and some had already lived hundreds of lives. Stig didn't understand how anyone could ever be with a witch who had so many secrets.

Besides, Stig didn't want children, he already had a little sister to care for and that was more than enough.

So, when the witches finally left, Stig immediately left the town, he'd gotten tired of staying there for so many days. Stig also wanted to speak to Rowan, he wanted to speak to someone who wasn't so involved in a world like his. Someone who was... different.

Once Stig was out of sight from the town, he grabbed the first tree he saw and immediately sent Rowan an image with them meeting, and a question mark appearing over it. A question without words.

Rowan was cleaning and sharpening her sword. She had been lax on taking care of her weapons as of late, which was practically asking for trouble. She'd taken to carrying around her sword and a couple knives everywhere she goes, which were easily concealed, unlike the sword. Then, if she went out into the woods, Rowan would bring a bow and quiver of arrows - if she ran into a manticore, Rowan did not want to have to get close to it.

She was leaning against a tree, and while she wasn't surprised it sent pictures into her head (they had been communicating more, as Rowan was trying to figure out her magic more, as well as get better at understanding words (there hadn't been any progress on that front)) she was surprised it was from... from... Stig! Right. It had been a while since she thought of him, but the idea of meeting up with him sounded fun.

"Can you please carry a confirmation back?" Rowan asked the tree, tilting her head back against it and closing her eyes. Moments later she got a yes back, and was hauling herself up to her feet.

Sheathing her sword, Rowan jogged past the house, sliding in to grab her bow and quiver. She made a quick detour to pass by Hyll, "I'm going hunting - you are in charge, so make sure Neo and Nakia don't get into too much trouble."

Trouble unfortunately seemed to follow wherever Nakia went. Case in point, while Rowan was busy grabbing things inside the house, Neo was outside trying to get her out of a tree. It definitely wasn't the first time such a thing had happened, but Neo still didn't like trying to literally get a cat out of a tree.

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Stig was pleasantly surprised by Rowan's swift reply, it seemed as though she'd gotten better at communicating with the trees. It was quite obvious that she hadn't forced her will on them, or even given them exact words to recite to him. He wasn't sure how he felt about her faerie-like manners when it came to the trees, Stig could only hope that she wasn't learning from the despicable, manipulative faeries.

While Stig waited for Rowan in their usual place, he weaved a flower crown. One might find such a thing silly, especially since pixies were supposedly a very cruel, harsh people. But when a little sister's birthday was coming up, Stig would do anything in his power to make sure that birthday was perfect.

It didn't take long for Rowan to leave the faeries's protective border. She had decided against taking a horse, as that seemed like lot of work for a short visit. (Rowan would also go hunting while she was outside the border. Nakia ate through their meat very quickly, and they were running low.) Walking to the meeting place on foot took longer than Rowan anticipated, but it was still less than 15 minutes later that she was arriving at the small clearing.

Rowan propped her bow and quiver up against a tree, and sat down on the ground across from Stig, watching his hands make the flower crown curiously.

"Hello! It's good to see you looking well. I take it the witches have left?"

When Rowan arrived, Stig was so caught up in his weaving that he did not notice her until she sat down right in front of him. He immediately looked at his skin, panicked for a moment that he'd somehow lost his camoflauge magic. Thankfully, he had not and instead the outline of his sitting form had turned black. From above he was invisible, but from the front one could spot his form.

Stig trusted Rowan enough to speak with her, but revealing his actual facial features and such was completely different territory. One that he did not quite feel comfortable sharing.

"Ah, hello Rowan, it is a pleasure to see you again. I wasn't quite sure you'd come." Stig looked up from his flower crown weaving, looking at Rowan head on. "To be honest, I had not heard you coming, you gave me quite a fright." Stig gave Rowan a small smirk, his teeth flashing for a moment before he looked back down at his flower crown.

"The witches left a couple days ago, though not by choice. They'd wanted to stay longer but our leader outright refused them, a bit of a shock to the witches I suppose as no one ever dares to refuse them lest they wish to be cursed. It was not her fault though, our leader's I mean, the witches were using a lot of our resources and constantly were partying. Our defenses were down and many grew worried about the ramifications of allowing the witches to continue to ruin our normal routines." Stig shrugged, as if he was not too worried about his people getting cursed.

Suddenly his eyes widened and he looked up at Rowan again. "Oh do pardon me, I have forgotten my manners. I have not seen you for so long and I speak only about my own problems. Do excuse my idiocy, how have you been Rowan?" Stig truly looked interested in what she had to say, his eyes staring at her imploringly.

Rowan watched Stig expertly weave a flower crown, and began to copy his actions, although when he asked her a question, Rowan was still quick to reply, "I've been good. Don't apologize for talking about your own stuff, though. It sounds tough. I know that I would be annoyed by an intrusion like that."

Rowan shrugged, and unraveled her flower crown - although it was more like a knot - and began to start over, "There hasn't been much going on for me - I have three adopted kids, so taking care of them has been taking up most of my time. I wouldn't have it any other way, of course," Rowan smiled to herself, even as she messed up once again with her weaving, "But it keeps you busy."

Rowan unraveled her mess of a flower crown again, and looked up at Stig, "Teach me how to do that, please. The flower crown."

The crown in Stig's hands was expertly woven, the blue, white, and purple flowers complimenting each other perfectly. He released a heavy sigh, "you are right, it was quite the annoyance." Stig looked up as Rowan spoke, interested in her life just as much as he had been before.

A look of surprise floated onto Stig's transparent face, Rowan had kids? And they were adopted? This was news to Stig, and it only made him like Rowan more, she really did seem like a good woman. Even if she was just a young human.

"That is quite the commitment to your children, I can hardly take care of just my little sister. I couldn't imagine taking care of three younglings. You have more patience than I could ever muster." Stig gave Rowan a small smile before his head suddenly swiveled around. His green eyes narrowed at the trees surrounding them. He had a strong sense of foreboding yet he felt no warning from the trees. Odd. He must be imagining things.

"You want to learn how to make a crown? Why?" Stig was pretty sure humans didn't celebrate birthdays the same way pixies did, so there was no reason for her to make one.

Rowan shrugged. There wasn't any specific reason she wanted to learn, and she said as much to Stig, "It looks interesting. I can remember my sister making them, even though I could never figure it out. Maybe I can now."

It dawned on Rowan that perhaps there was great significance placed on flower crowns in pixie culture, and Rowan hurried to amend any mistakes she may have made in her curiosity, "Although, if you cannot show me, then I completely understand. I wouldn't want to overstep any boundaries."

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Another new piece of information, Rowan had a sister, maybe even a couple other siblings as well. He stored all these new details about Rowan away in his mind, so he could use them in the future to strike up more conversations.

"Ah, no it is not a problem at all Rowan, you need not apologize." Stig paused for a moment, suddenly glaring into the surrounding forest with a sense of unease. Then the moment was gone and he was speaking again.

"For pixies, flower crowns are normally given to a woman when she comes of age. Meaning that she has fully developed her powers and such, we don't have a set date for it like humans do. It's a time of celebration, and each of the girl's family members makes the girl a flower crown. Of course, you don't have to have a reason to make a flower crown, they're just commonly used in celebrations and such." Stig finished it all off with a simple shrug, putting his attention back on Rowan.

"So do you not know how to weave a flower crown at all or can you do know some of the basics? Just so I know where to start instructing you is all."