Re: log: the woods - wren/adrian
There was indeed something a little corvite about Adrian at the edge of the woods by night. He was mostly angles, and a little extra shadowed, these days. He slept, mostly, but his dreams weren't always easy. Since becoming one person (again? for the first time?) he had a habit of waking up with a heavy feeling in his chest and saliva in his mouth, like he was ready to vomit, with no good reason why and no memory of his dreams.
That open smile was so innocent that he was a little taken aback by it. It heightened his worry, his keen feeling that there was something very strange going on here. Not even with the boy, necessarily - but where had he come from? Who was supposed to be looking after him?
He paused for a moment, and then he extended a hand, palm tipped up, uncertainly. "If you're offering," he said. It would bring him a little closer, give him an opportunity to get a better look at him. "My name is Adrian. What's yours?"