Heron Lake Plateau Please turn your fears into trust

The youth grinned, her head tilting in curiosity. She'd not met someone so frank and yet he looked vaguely similar.
Her brows furrowed, thinking real hard, as she does. Where could she have run into him before...?
Except the girl hadn't run into him, but instead Apple. A relative to him unbeknown to her. Yet she couldn't make the connections, no matter how hard she tried.

Instead, she decided to keep talking,  "Well I suppose you're a leader of sorts if you're involved with uh-" she hesitated on the word, unsure on how to proceed until she got her shit together,  "foreign affairs. And I fully understand that you want to keep the land here." 
Understanding crossed the youth's face with sincerity. She knew that wars broke out over land, that was why she was here though. To stop that. Again, she offered a smile of the brightness she carried with her. Hoping to melt the butter on the potato.