Twig followed Matau out, a little hesitant about this, though he didn't think the human meant any harm. Of course, others hadn't meant harm, either. Until they saw him without his cloak and scarf. Then they always tried to hurt him.
As they left the Inn, Twig hummed quietly to himself. It was a nervous habit of his, one that his mother had disliked. She said it reminded her of someone. Someone she'd known long, long ago. She never said who.
Once they were outside, Matau smiled. Maybe it was meant to be reassuring, but Twig was not. He was growing more and more apprehensive about this as it went on. It wasn't really that he didn't trust Matau, at least as far as one could trust a person one had just met, it was that he'd had some bad experiences with people who started this conversation in the same way.
[ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]
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