Haunted Wood He said that you should tremble 'till he chose his hour.

He'd barely settled (if you could call the anxious circling, recircling, and arranging in any way settled) when a figure emerged from among the trees. Reyes' first thought was that Sorana had heard him! That she was here now, having chased after him for their reunion. But it wasn't her - he could tell by the way the boy moved, and then the sight of his dark body, and the sound of his voice; this was someone else's kid, and Reyes didn't have the time or patience for him.

At the same time, Reyes was starved for the attention of his own children. His initial reaction was to bristle and rise up from where he'd tried to set his bed, intent to tell the kid to leave him alone, but he couldn't quite bring the same ire against the child as he could against Teya. All those weeks of toil within the mesa had done something to him, on a deep level that even Reyes couldn't fully comprehend.

So he did stand up, and he did bristle, but when he realized the kid was just looking for some adventure he sort-of... Deflated back down. Hips first, then the rest of him looked askance to the darkwood, as if an adult might materialize to tell him off. No, kid, ain't seen anything cool here. Just me.