log: the woods - wren/adrian
The figure came a little closer and Wren saw another boy with inky hair and a sharp, pretty face, all piano keys, ivory and shadows in the strange light of the evening. Wren tipped his head to the side like that would help him see him better, staring as he was stared at. Eyes darker than his own, clever eyes like the crow that had just flown over him; he was almost tempted to take another look and check that the crow hadn't somehow manifested itself into this person before him.
His fantastic frets were put to ease when the stranger spoke in a human voice without the sound of a caw, the simple greeting bringing a smile to Wren's face as though they were old friends meeting for the first time in years.
"Hallo!" he responded enthusiastically, approaching himself through the tall grass, his handful still held out. "I'm finethankyouhowareyou, would you like some?" he answered, his response parroted and automatic like he'd heard other people in casual conversation and had learned how a response should sound but not what it actually meant. He stood just out of reach even though he still offered his paltry dinner, something nervous about him like he was ready to spring away and dart off like a deer at any moment, even if he remained as friendly and open as his smile suggested he was.