"Heson!" yelled his mother, who was worried sick of what might of happened to her son.
"Heson!" She yelled again.
An elf came out from a nearby tree.
"Please, for the sake of Halivyndin, stop yelling." The elf said. "My tree is becoming very upset."
"Sorry, its just that my son--"
The elf ran back into the forest, leaving Heson's mother to think the elf was rude.
The elf came back, with his hood down, and a young boy no more than fourteen.
"Heson!" The mother gasped, running to her son. "Where were you?"
"In Wendel Woods, talking to Gwen." Heson replied.
The elf went back to his tree, and the mother called out a thank you. The elf just shrugged as he climbed his tree, and stood so still, he could be misstaken as stone.