Jade Fern Grove if you really listen, then this is to you

Her answer was vague, and perhaps flirtatious, though perhaps it was simply his own mind, creating something that was not there--

He wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but the mystery drew him in like a moth to a flame. Perhaps that was her intention, but his mind was never quite settled, and frequently he delved off into silent ponderings, or daytime dreaming; mystery invited a story. Stories, fantasy... they were his lifeblood.

Soltero was not, however, adept at conjuring these stories himself. At least, not when he had to voice them aloud, so when she reflected his enquiry back, the young man let a salmon tongue draw across his lips, and answered truthfully - "Soltero. I'm recruiting for the Creek."