Otter Creek What a wonderful world

Hi, Ajei.

Hows it going, Ajei?

Get away from me, Ajei.

Go away, Ajei.

He couldn't manage to get any of them out. So many words went through his otherwise empty head, and all of them were falling away. So, why, why, why, when he spoke again, did he say none of those? And the words he did say weren't special. Clambering so much with statements that were supposed to be inevitable made his mouth defy him.

He was here, though, and nothing horrific was happening. In his own head too much. "Names Bonnie." Shouldn't have said that. "From.." Kvarsheim? For that matter, did he have a right to say kvarsheim after what he'd ran them through? Or maybe he should've just owned up to it and flaunted the name. Or maybe that was more disrespectful. He didn't know what they wanted. Pretty sure Tauris would have his throat regardless of the answer, and so: "Kvarsheim, I guess," his lip pushed out in the way a pout did, but he did it awkwardly and took shy glances from his feet and to her face. Grumpy face.

"Moonglow rings bells. You're the.. snowpeople? Or something?"