I look slightly shooked "You just pushed him out of a tree..." I say moving my head to the side like a confused puppy.

"He's fine."

I shake my head and place my finger on the bridge of my nose, thinking hard about nothing in particular.

"That was rude, Ren," Latan says above you.

"Go heck yourself, you pun-chine."

I rub my temples laughing slightly "oh lord, I swear Latan... If you call Iskren a Stick in the mud I will stab you..." I say laughing then sighing and yawning.

"Oh, everybody knows that about Ren already. I needn't call it from the treetops."

I facepalm "oh lord..." I say and look at him "well I guess I would take you're company over the inky jerk back in camp..." I say in a ramble.

Latan's face is suddenly in front of yours. And upside down. You can barely see a pair of fiery wings over his shoulders, but you can feel their heat. "Sibnele is here?" He looks at Iskren. "Who are you, not panicking over this?"

My cheeks turn slightly pink at the sudden closeness and my eyes narrow, "uh... Yea... When I first met him he attacked me with a plant... It suuucked... It almost killed me..." I said in a ramble of nerves this time.

"Wow, a plant? That's new. Usually he just sets full-shadow traps." Latan flips right-side up. "But I guess consistency was never really Sibnele's thing."

Iskren glares at Latan. Distance, you idiot, he mouths.