Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm insane

weird midnight post is weird :B

To Finn, the young Naturalist and also aspiring-Gamekeeper brought little interest to his mind --that until he saw no better way to spend his sleepless night than to chat with her.
Perhaps he'd get a surprise out of her, and hopefully it would be a pleasant one.
Just like she viewed him as a mystery, the silver Gamma saw her as an unresolved puzzle he had never cared to assemble. But now, maybe because of the simple boredom that filled his body, the inexistent interest towards her was swiftly replaced by a sense of curiosity.

Like the juvenile, Finn remained oblivious to her views on the whole Crapdera fiasco, and Junior's involvement (excused according to her) with it. Because if he had known maybe, he wouldn't have even turned to look at her twice. Even if in a way the feeling they had once held could be more similar than they could imagine. While she was a fierce protector of her sisters incredibly retarded actions, he had once been a fierce defender of the Blackthorn's health.
Maybe they weren't all that different.
Or maybe this was just a lame excuse to explain why the Ollivander man decided to stay in that moment.

I'm well, thank you He barked, while bobbing his head like one of those toys set in taxi dashboards before realizing that for once he had run out of conversational material within the first question.

Maybe talk wasn't what was needed.
Remembering suddenly what the pregnant Beta had mentioned during another conversation he suddenly piped up again, his voice cutting through the awkward silence with razor sharp edges. You want to be a Gamekeeper -- let's go hunting He proposed, not caring if the way he did so was not the most tactful one.
If she didn't he wouldn't be offended really, as an also aspiring-Gamekeeper he was sure he'd manage alone.

Still, he felt a bit reluctant to simply leave after no more than a sentence had been exchanged between them.