Whitefish River Do I Even Wanna Know?

Riley liked to believe his expression was unreadable even as his pied counterpart mentioned his birthplace -- but the reality was, a very subtle twitch overcame him at the mention of Easthollow. He had no memory of Hieronymous there, nor did he understand how one accidentally trespassed, but Riley listened on all the same with lips tight.

How nice it must be to be one so open, that liked singing and dancing. Riley's first thought: gay.

It was time for him to give as much as Hieronymous had. His face twisted in effort as he collected his thoughts. "I'm Riley Redle--" Nah, fuck Laurel. Riley remembered how he had played around with changing his name before. He couldn't let go of Riley but... there was no reason to keep his mother's name. He wanted nothing to do with Laurel, not after she had nearly let him die when he'd met Merrick. The thought of seeing her flee into the brush... It turned his stomach. "Riley Redpath." He reiterated, firm. "I came here with Orlaith after she was kicked out of her faerie cult." Or whatever those weirdos in the woods were. Maybe Hieronymous might fit in with them, with his singing and dancing. "When I first met her, she attacked me because I was part of a pack she wasn't friendly with. But then she got struck by lightning or whatever, so.. clean slate."

@Hieronymous - last from me since I am shelving Riley for a bit, feel free to conclude however you'd like. Riley would hang out with him for a bit <3