Larksong Grotto Memories of a distant past

She didn't seem too impressed with Skeet's entrance, her glare kind of gave it away. It wasn't an angry one or a sad one, it was just one that said 'say the wrong thing and I rip your face off'. But it seemed open anyways, and Skeet would always take what was open.

He decided to join her, sitting down calmly as his stature turned into a mountain. The woman in front of him was named Aspen, and she was correct when she spoke of not meeting him before. "Quite right, I'm Skeet" he offered to her, his charming smile never fading. He didn't care if she had attitude or not, nor if she wanted his company or not. He was gonna stick to her like a gum on a shoe.

"So, how do you like the grotto so far? Pretty nice?" He asked her, wondering about her opinion. He liked knowing the morale of others in his family, made him feel a bit more apart of them than anything. Connected would be a better word to use.