Wren's startled by the voice above him, and looks up to see a man lazily watching from the branches of a tree.
His stomach tenses a little, both because he knows too many stories about the fae and what they might do to humans traveling their ground, and because there's something about him that he can't look away from. Something familiar, and strange, at once.
But right now, he's someone telling Wren he can't do something. And Wren has traveled a long way. "A man, and a swan, and a lover," he says boldly, arching an eyebrow, "and right now a nettle-picker. Who are you that I should ask your leave?"
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Date: 2015-05-04 10:38 pm (UTC)His stomach tenses a little, both because he knows too many stories about the fae and what they might do to humans traveling their ground, and because there's something about him that he can't look away from. Something familiar, and strange, at once.
But right now, he's someone telling Wren he can't do something. And Wren has traveled a long way. "A man, and a swan, and a lover," he says boldly, arching an eyebrow, "and right now a nettle-picker. Who are you that I should ask your leave?"