Serpent Lake and the sea was a reminder

The two were almost as nervous as each other, the girl slightly more so than he. She stumbled and stuttered her way through each sentence, her gaze almost never rising to meet Lucca's own. During a quick, momentary glance he did manage to catch sight of the shocking baby blue of her eyes, however, and he offered a perhaps overly friendly smile. She was quite pretty, despite her social floundering, and Lucca was quite enamoured with the unusual fluffiness of the fur at her neck (which was all that he could see so far).

At her comment it's nice, his gaze travelled the area. It was shrouded in darkness, abated only by the light of the stars and moon, but he could see well enough the way the land lay in its odd stepped formation. Each pool that the waterfalls fed into mirrored the sky, as if each one held a tiny galaxy within. His attention lingered upon them in fascination before he was drawn back to his company who now introduced herself, louder than before.

Her name suited her, the pronunciation as foreign to him as his true name would be to many others in the Wilds. He was glad his mother gave them simpler monikers. "Lucca Blackthorn," he responded in kind with a polite dip of his head. "That is an interesting name, miss, where are you from?" He felt the tiniest flicker of confidence within his chest, almost as if it was on him to make up for the lack of courage between the two of them.