Duck Lake can't remember when it started

The male's lids peeled back to reveal his odd-coloured optics, which had gone unnoticed until now. There was a glimmer of interest within them now, and Dawn hesitated briefly before she replied, taken aback by the eyes. She had no idea eyes could do that in the first place, but the matter at hand seemed more important. She sat, fish forgotten for now, and regarded the male thoughtfully as she drudged through her memories, for the first time pulling together bits and pieces of her father's past.  "He came from the north and left when he was young. Um - his father was Dirt." 

Her brow furrowed, doubting this immensely, and continued slowly, brow still scrunched in concentration. "No, it was Mudd- Mud." Her father hadn't let much slip, and she hadn't asked much of him, either. Perhaps she ought to, for the lack of knowledge about her father's past loomed suddenly in her mind. There were no secrets between them, something she knew to be true and respected greatly, but they simply hadn't spoken of the past much. Here are there the odd thing had slipped in conversation, but the girl had never pried. Her gaze settled on him with fervour curiosity, falling silent when she wasn't sure if the rest of her information was reliable. A fire, perhaps? She couldn't quite remember.