Cerulean Cape transcendentalism

He did not know what to make of the stranger's comment - some sort of effort to be clever, maybe? Or perhaps there was something lost in translation? Mink felt as if he missed a social cue and awkwardly smiled nonetheless, nodding, and casting his head away from the gray boy's view as if the path was suddenly quite interesting. 

If neither knew the area well, they would learn together. It would be good to have company again - even someone as dry-humored as this, who reminded Mink of his uncle Heron quite painfully. The same long-featured phenotype, the same serious nature (or seemingly so). I will be happy to have you along, sir.

What may I call you? If he was to travel with this man, he may as well be friendly about it. Mink hadn't thought further ahead than this precise moment in the conversation either - not until now - and he wondered if the naming conventions in this neck of the woods was any different from home.