The motion caught Robert’s eye so he turned to see her wings. He looked a bit surprised as he thought they were white. He said, “You might as well stretch them out as your secret is out now.” He nodded to her as he said this. The sweat ran down his forehead from the heat of the furnace. He took this a sign of her getting more comfortable. “I’m guessing you are a long way from home,” he said pointing toward the Forbidden Kingdom. He made another adjustment to the waterwheel feed and wiped his face with a cloth. 

He came back to a chair across fro her and sat down. “Would you like to tell me the rest of your story now? As you can see I did not draw a blade or run in terror. I’ve know for a while, since I used some of the magic to heal you on the road. That is why I did not take you to one of the share cropper’s homes that were near there,” he said gently. He did not feel the need to include the fact that the farmer would have probably put a pitchfork through her. She had not turned him into a dog, changed shapes, or had fire coming out of her mouth and eyes. 

He was hoping for something. Adventure, knowledge, purpose, Magic,... He did not know, but Wren had brought with her the possibility of all sorts of things.  

He waited patiently to see what would happen.

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