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Getting away from his parents for the afternoon was a bit of a treat for Wren. Lately they'd doubled up his chores because of recent 'discussions' in town, but he couldn't really understand their concerns. Villagers were talking about his 'odd behavior' more and more with every passing year. At first it hadn't been much of a concern for the pair, but now...? Now they thought that keeping him home might be the best answer.

Wren whole heartedly disagreed! He needed to be out in the world, exploring the mortal plane while he could before being send back into the spiritual realm! And now, he was doing just that! Instead of doing a very simple errand he'd run off into the wildnerness and was happily exploring the space around him.

The young iceling meandered through the taller grass, keen on seeing if there was anything sweet to snack on nearby, when he stumbled - quite literally! - across a body! He gasped out of pure shock. That coloring...why, no one looked like that unless they were dead! Stooping lower, Wren moved the figure - a young girl? - and checked for a pulse. "Still alive!" Just barely, though!

"All black...pale skin...are you a haunted spirit? Oh you must be, look at your side!" Ghost blood wasn't red though, was it? Getting a better look at the wound, Wren gently touched the cloth around it and lifted his sticky fingers for an inspection. Yep, that was fresh; definitely not a ghost.

For a moment Wren thought he might have been too late. She wasn't moving and he wasn't really for sure how pale was too pale in this case. He was just about to move her again, just to get a better look at the wound, then the shifter sprang to life! Crying out he stumbled back, falling onto his butt next to her.

He wasn't expecting the knife at his throat and his golden eyes widened with fear. For a moment he feared the worst, that a spirit had possessed her already and was ready to go on a rampage until...she deflated again? The teen took a moment to collect himself, reaching up to rub at his neck even though it didn't even have so much as scratch, while he looked at her.

"Just outside of Yera...in Tale." He added, just incase she wasn't aware. When his curiosity couldn't be sated anymore Wren adjusted himself until he was sitting on his knees and leaned over, his ombred hair falling over her as he looked at her face. His sharpened teeth were fully visible as he opened his mouth to gawk. "You might die here."

Wren furrowed his brow. "...You aren't on a bed." She must have lost more blood than he thought. Looking down at her side, he lifted a bit of cloth around it's edges once more to peep, but then she started moving. Instead of messing with it too much he scooted back, keen on just observing for the moment.

"Not a one." The iceling answered with an honest smile. "The couple who watch over this mortal form are butchers, though. They could stitch you back." Looking at that bolt, though, make his lips purse. Maybe she would die soon and then he could have a spiritual friend? That...might not be so bad, but...no no, he should definitely help her.

"I wouldn't pull it out yet. You'll definitely die."

"Never been fond of grass, really; I prefer the dirt underneath." Wren ran his tongue over the sharper edges of his teeth as he thought over the situation. She needed to be moved and fast, but he wasn't very strong so if they moved too quickly then there might be complications.

He maneuvered his body around so that he was standing with one leg on either side of her body. When he crouched it was obvious he was well prepared to take on most of the lifting. "One, two, stand; let me do the work." The noose that hung around his neck hung forward as he leaned, thumping against the shifter beneath him. "What's your favorite kind of rock?"

Questions could distract, right? So, if he could keep her talking then she would be awake and okay.

Once he had the shifter up on her feet Wren started the slow process of getting her back through the tall grass and into his home. He was careful for a variety of reasons; the ground wasn't level in some places, there could be hidden creatures, and he was afraid if he moved too fast it would put unnecessary strain on her body. So, he chose a slow but steady pace to fit with his odd questions.

"Mine's diorite. It's what they use to make pillars and walking stones in nicer cities." Some of his hair fell across his face, but Wren didn't fuss with it. It happened so often that he didn't much care. "Granite's nice, though. It's prettier."

He maneuvered them around a fallen log, doing his best to sidestep it without jostling her too much, but failing anyway. "Oceans or Mountains?"

For a moment he caught her glare, but it it was meant to deter him it didn't. Instead, Wren flashed her a brilliant smile with all of his filed teeth on full display.

"We're agreed. Oceans can devour souls, but mountains trap them for an eternity. Once you're there you never leave and there's just something so wonderful about that." For a while he didn't really talk since Wren was more focused on getting her there in one piece.

Eventually, however, they came to a brook and he was left at a dilemma. Drag her through it or try to carry her. "Do you think you can get on my back or..?"

There was something about that look that just made Wren so happy. It was almost like her spirit was slipping out bit by bit every time he talked. It should have made him sad or at the very least embarrassed, but if anything it made Wren want to mess with her more. What if he could see it, the embers of her lifeforce, burning away in the setting sun-?

No no no! He was trying to save her! Save!

"You could always drown." He was almost too quick at stating it, and caught himself. "Not that you should or that I'll let you - you'd just take me with you, I can feel it." Clearing his throat, Wren lowered himself and shifted her as carefully as she could until she was lined up just right. "One, two-" As quickly as he could, without giving her a chance to back out, Wren put his arms under her thighs and lifted the shifter up.