Deepwood Weald Where's North?

I can lower my word count for you. My usual word count is actually around 500-700, but I can freely lower it.

Bastien gave a generally hearty laugh. He could hear the squeaks from the wren that blurred together into murmurs in his ears. She was visibly pouting at the mention of her size. In a way the brute felt bad, but he couldn't help but laugh it off. 

"As if size ever mattered. You'll see more of the world than I could ever dream of, and go farther than my legs could ever take me." He spoke with a longing voice and looked to her through his slate blue eyes. "Don't doubt yourself. The stars have it made for you."

Bastien nodded with a small laugh and shrugged off the wren's warming comment. He would take the wings, but the beak he could do without.

"Bastien. I'm from the northwest of Teekon."