Whitefish River Here comes the sun

A woman approached and he straightened, but relaxed when it turned out that her intentions were friendly, and upon closer inspection she, as were the four before her, very close to his age. Which made the boy wonder, for the umpteenth time, why he had never before met a boy his age. But such thoughts were swept aside as she offered a casual greeting, he replying with a small smile and a "Good morning," in return. 

"What's your name?" He asked with a curios half tilt of his head and a soft smile. Thinking that she might be more inclined to answer should he give her his name, he added after a moment, "I'm Seff." The boy absentmindedly nudged the crystal with a paw as he regarded her, though his focus was on her.