Mathis just went about his business. Looking for fresh fruit on the trees... running around with the monkeys, catching some fish with his bare hands. An ordinary day of a wild hermit in the forest far from the village. The village...he hated the stupid village and its traditions.

Today could have been like any other day until he noticed a young woman. Does she seem lost? Oh, the forest was indeed vast. For which he was grateful, for situations like this were very rare. Few people went this far into the forest.

He looked at the girl. Oh, those stupid Headscarf on the head and that long, uncomfortable skirt. He remembered his mother talking about these customs long ago. "Why do girls have to wear these headscarf from the age of 17? It's not comfortable...and you can't see your hair. With long, beautiful hair, he could not imagine anyone forcing him to hide it. What nonsense! But these young girls always did that.

Metis thought about going down to the girl. If he didn't come down, someone else would come here... they might find his house in the tree... and that would be terrible! "I will never give them my home."

With a few deft hands, he jumped from tree to tree. He came very close. He leaned against the trunk to get her attention, he asked her not loudly, but curiously.

"What is a modest girl like you doing so deep in the forest?"