"Davin!" The elf needn't have worried - the sketch of the cat was almost finished and Darrian was raring for the company of someone who could actually talk instead of just purr. Animals made excellent companions sometimes but their being unable to talk back meant it could be very much a one sided relationship.
The boy carefully put the parchment and charcoal aside, making sure there was no mud or water to damage it, before wiping his hands, adding a fresh layer of charcoal onto the already grimy trousers.
Looking up at Davin, he smiled widely, before noticing a fresh bruise forming on the boy's cheek. No stranger to them himself, he made a face. "Got into a fight?" he asked him, wondering which set of bullies had found him now. Sometimes it seemed like anyone bigger than them enjoyed using them as target practice. "Your brother isn't going to be half mad!"