Shadewood something wild calls me home

The strangers face whipped upward, and with it came  a flurry of snow.
He’d gotten a good look at him then; earthy toned with eyes to match. One couldn’t be no elder than the other, yet the stranger had a childlike, whimsy demeanor to him, what with his rock collecting and all. But an interest in science now that was another commonality they shared.
He smiled and his brow raised. what sort of science do you plan to subject t’e rocks to?