Bramblepoint my sweet torment

his greeting was met with silence, or rather...clicking? chapped lips drew into a thin line as a tilt of his head gave way to visible confusion. still no response, and so the moonspear babe aptly dubbed the strange girl as weird.

he retreated a step backwards, a blink cast out into the awkward silence held between them. how does one start a conversation amidst bizarre clicking and uncomfortable silence? "do ya like, ugh.." he trailed off as his eyes darted around in desperation for a conversation starter. eventually they landed on the stream before him and he quickly tacked on "..water?" to his sentence.

ah yes, water. a fantastic topic to discuss!