Greatwater Lake When I feel the snakebite enter my veins

Again, he was disappointed. He didn't have long to linger on the feeling, because the silver-eyed boy continued. It was a lot of information for a first meeting. Tybault almost felt embarrassed himself at the level of oversharing, and that threw him off all over again. Moonglow, he thought, trying to latch onto something that didn't feel awkward, at least that name makes sense.
It reminded him of home.
He glanced past the boy, in the direction he'd gestured. My home is pretty far from here. I've been traveling for weeks. I was born in The Gilded Sea. We didn't... And here, he wrinkled his nose slightly, shaking his head. We didn't do all that pack stuff, though. Sitting around in one place, chasing people off. As it turned out, you could not combat oversharing with your own oversharing. He felt worse now. And he'd pretty much just insulted the guy, which he hadn't meant to do, but he wasn't about to take it back either. Instead, he tacked on, Is that what Moonglow is like?