darkborn
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Auren glanced up at the exclamation. There's someone in the trees! He quickly saw that someone- female, with red hair, and green eyes. Fair skinned... he shook himself out of his reverie. It was obvious that someone was being an idiot at the moment. That branch was bound to break- and when it did, whoever was climbing was going to fall. His deductions seemed confirmed when the branch started cracking. After the girl shouted a stream of expletives, she managed to hoist herself onto another branch. She had quick reflexes, that was to be sure.
Wait, why was she even in that tree anyway? Auren reviewed his memory, bringing back senses that were constantly on the lookout, yet detached from his active mind: Undue rustling of the trees, inconsistent with the wind; creaking of the branches, especially for a moment, when she was hanging by a hand; the few drops of blood hitting the ground, causing a red splatter on green grass... Wait, blood? He turned fully, and examined the girl. One might think he was giving her a once-over look that guys typically did, and if one were honest, he did- for a split second, until he stopped himself. Observe her objectively. The rest of his examination was just that: an observation. And just like that, he knew why she was in the tree- she wanted to see what was in his yard. Those eyes were adventurous- they were inquisitive. His passing must have aroused her interest, and she wanted to see what the stranger's house was like. Simple deduction.
After that, he looked at the girl straight in the face, and said in a voice just loud enough to be heard at the height she was at, "You think two close encounters and bloodied hands are enough? If you want to see my house, just come and ask. After all, isn't trespassing a crime?" At that last sentence, he raised an eyebrow, cynical look, completing the air of detachment and simple lack of care his words established.
Wait, why was she even in that tree anyway? Auren reviewed his memory, bringing back senses that were constantly on the lookout, yet detached from his active mind: Undue rustling of the trees, inconsistent with the wind; creaking of the branches, especially for a moment, when she was hanging by a hand; the few drops of blood hitting the ground, causing a red splatter on green grass... Wait, blood? He turned fully, and examined the girl. One might think he was giving her a once-over look that guys typically did, and if one were honest, he did- for a split second, until he stopped himself. Observe her objectively. The rest of his examination was just that: an observation. And just like that, he knew why she was in the tree- she wanted to see what was in his yard. Those eyes were adventurous- they were inquisitive. His passing must have aroused her interest, and she wanted to see what the stranger's house was like. Simple deduction.
After that, he looked at the girl straight in the face, and said in a voice just loud enough to be heard at the height she was at, "You think two close encounters and bloodied hands are enough? If you want to see my house, just come and ask. After all, isn't trespassing a crime?" At that last sentence, he raised an eyebrow, cynical look, completing the air of detachment and simple lack of care his words established.