Aella smirked down at him, unbothered by her scowl. She scoffed at his words, rolling her garnet eyes. "Yes, because a leaf is so deadly." She swung her legs over the branch, dangling them. "So where do you come from, pretty boy?"The leaf fluttered like a silent weapon, closing in on Take when it pricked his exposed shoulder. He didn’t react, and simply glanced at it quietly, his hand tearing it off. He tossed it to the ground, his eyes slowly looking up into the tree, spotting the scar girl. He scowled and got to his feet, throwing himself far up into the tree to join her. He sat on a thick branch that was a bit below her, “Watch where you drop your things, you’re lucky it didn’t hurt me.” he muttered.