Hushed Willows Switch The Flip

The slope of the hills could be dangerous to those that did not pay mind. The verdant blades michievously lubricated waiting for s/he who defied cautioun. Apparently the sound that had beckoned his ears was the one who fit exactly this description. His eyes narrowed in the male's direction and his ears fell back. He stood back to his feet in something akin to a defensive nature as the boy tumbled forward quite enthusiastically. Collision did not smile or find a morsel of amusement. Instead he watched the display and much like a train-wreck--though awful, he could not bring himself to look away. 

 The stranger pleaded with him a moment and Collision couldn't help but shake his head. How odd. He was quite old enough to know better, "You'll be alright," the physical assessment of the boy didn't take long. He figured he was likely more uncomfortable than he would be wounded or anything else. Surely it was just his ego that would remain bruised in the presence of the Reneian boy. 

 "It's wet," He said this quite matter-of-factly and gestured towards the ground, "You ought to be more careful," Collison sat back down and stared at the rather lithe boy. He was quite delicate and perhaps feminine, but that could simply be Collision's high standard of what a man was paired with the obvious youth of the boy. Equally so, it was fair to consider Collision was being too tough on him. It had nothing in particular to do with the stranger--simply the state of mind of himself. He probably wouldn't apologize, but if that was someting the boy needed his company could be excused to elsewhere.