Ravensblood Forest Thinking out loud.

When the female asked him how he didn’t want her to talk to him, Charon just rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. She obviously didn’t get it – whatever ‘it’ was. He didn’t explain, but instead said, in response to her saying she hadn’t caught his name, “You didn’t ‘cause I didn’t give it to you.” Then, after a brief pause, he added, “Charon.” He wasn’t entirely sure why he gave his name, but he supposed that part of the reason was because he wanted to become a Naturalist and if this female was going for it, then maybe she could teach him a thing or two; which she probably wouldn’t if he continued to be overly rude. He didn’t know her name either, but he didn’t pry, because he didn’t want to seem too interested, but secretly hoped she’d give him hers now that he had shared his.

Charon wasn’t sure how much a ‘thousand’ was, nor a ‘decennia’, but he supposed that they were really long periods of time. The tree wasn’t really magical, then, it was just really old. “Oh,” he said, slightly disappointed. “Does it do anything ‘sides being old? Like… Anything a Naturalist should know?” Charon peered curiously at the tree, then at the female, trying not to sound too interested (even though he was).