Life was certainly merry and active in Preya. Will had spent more time in public these past few weeks than the accumulated days in a year in Hawkins. Of course, Ravenmoore held the advantage in size and population. The teen was stretched taut by a flood of social interaction and did not quite know how to respond. The electronic message system was a godsend as he would surely have become hoarse if forced to carry on all these conversations verbally. He did not mind them, particularly, though interacting with people outside his intimate circle was alien. He had made a connection with Tristram earlier in the month and now he was set to traverse the untamed wilds of the mall with Hana. The latter seemed very kind and vivacious. He couldn't help but like her even if her unreserved warmth had prompted his natural skittish impulses.
When the buzzer rang he was just finished buttoning his colorful winter coat over two sweaters, a long-sleeved shirt, and an undershirt. It was fortunate he was scrawny because the excess of layers made him look as if he aspired to become a snowman. But there was a practical reason for the caution. It would put a terrible strain on his relationship with Hana if he came down with hypothermia under her care.
Will rustled over to the door as quickly as his restricted movement allowed. He opened it only a crack, one bright green eye peering out vigilantly. It looked slightly less wary then normal as he was expecting a visitor but still ready to withdraw if anything unexpected happened. But nothing alarming immediately transpired. In fact he recognized Hana's face with the ease of an artist's eye and unquestioningly opened the door wider. "Hi." He greeted a touch shyly. 'Smile, Will', he reminded himself silently, and offered a sweet if reserved smile up at his visitor. "I'm glad you found me okay. I still get lost here sometimes."