Re: log: the woods - wren/adrian
Wren could relate to nights spent battling hard dreams; the trees tended to distort and twist sounds, bouncing them around and making them echo strangely, but some of the eerie wails and screams in the dark were often just Wren himself crying out against the things in his head alone from his bed in the leaves or between the roots of a tree. Only some of them that is.
It explained the great weary circles under the huge guileless eyes where the genuine grin reached, the momentary flash of light that seemed to bounce from something inorganic buried deep in the left one surely just a trick of the rapidly approaching dusk.
Wren was delighted his new friend - already - had agreed to share in his meal and did wander closer, his bare legs exposed as the grass he stood in lost height as it grew closer to the place where the trees stood. "Adrian..." he repeated as he split the handful of grass, keeping a smaller portion in one hand. "That is a beautiful name." he chirruped as he carefully transferred the lion's share to the outstretched palm by turning his curled hand over and then painstakingly uncurling his fingers one by one, making sure the grass he held fell into Adrian's palm and didn't scatter about. "I'm Wren." he informed, beaming at his success before turning his head to tear a mouthful of the grass he still held, chewing at it in a manner that was obviously well practised and unremarkable to him.