FebruarOC Day 23: Wren
As she filed her nails back down to rounded crescents, Wren kept glancing at the blanket shrouded lump by the fire. She had to work quick because said lump often liked to wake up during the night, and she had a lot of personal upkeep to get through in order to keep herself appearing as human as possible before the morning light came over that horizon. Once again she had to question her decision in letting Theo travel with her. Sure he had made a good point….weeks ago. But she could’ve left him in any city by now.
He could fend for himself for the most part. The men she’d saved him from had merely been a fluke. They were little too observant and Theo had been a little too careless. A little too much Thiran. A dangerous game he played at, being here in Praika with the war going on. But even if he kept refusing to pick up an actual weapon and still kept flinching before impact when she put him through some hand to hand training, he had lungs and enough lean muscle to get himself out of danger.
Problem was that she kept noticing the lean muscle and dexterity that came with it. She also enjoyed his singing a little too much and watching his performances between her actual. The fucker.
After hiding the file in her pack, Wren slipped off to the nearby stream, undoing her hair and rubbing along where horn met scalp as she walked. Still only nubs. It would be a good couple centuries before she had to consider a new way to hide them. And by then she wouldn’t have to worry about a silly bard or his brown eyes.