Wapun Meadow beauty of the sun

She was watching him with a plastered-on smile, but no other expression that Evien could read in those shocking blue eyes. Bluer than Fields' himself, and that was saying something. It was odd, to be studied in such a way by a stranger, because though her expression was relatively neutral, the boy got the feeling that there was probably more going on behind that vivid gaze. And he didn't like not knowing what that might be.

Offering a smile of his own and mentally shaking off any unease that he got from being watched like that, he simply responded. "I come from down south, so I wouldn't know much about the rocks and cliffs. But where I'm from, there was some swampland. It might seem... unfavorable, at first, but they're teeming with life. Still, I prefer the flowers, too," he admitted, then turned his gaze back to her. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"