Re: log: the woods - wren/adrian
Adrian blinked. Something seemed off about Wren's arm, something that didn't quite match the organic texture of skin that the human eye expected. He felt a faint rippled of worry under the plain concern for the boy. Could he possibly be dangerous? It didn't seem likely, but it could all be a show. Maybe he had a friend hiding behind a convenient pine tree.
The worry didn't last long. This kid either deserved to star in My Left 2 the Sequel or he was genuinely as lost as he seemed. "Thanks," he said. He accepted the grass, and he closed his hand around it. It was a gift. It seemed rude to just drop it. "I like your name too." He watched, a little dismayed, as he cheerfully munched on grass.
Wren seemed like the type who might bolt if he asked too much or moved too fast, so one question at a time, here. He looked down, counting the bruises and scrapes on his legs. He was so small. It was hard to resist the urge to just scoop him up and carry him somewhere he could get looked over. "So, do you live in town? In Repose?"