Silver Creek like you've never had before

she saw him before he had a chance to speak. her voice, soft and sweet as ever, called out his name. grayson came to it.

"daivya," he purled, offering her a gentle touch to the shoulder, "i came to inquire about your trade -- ask you about a cache." but he gaze trailed to the hollow log at their feet, and a warm smile pressed to his lips. "but i see there is little to ask -- can you tell me what you've collected?" he asked instead, ears pressing forwards as he settled before her and waited to be informed. he hoped she had plenty to offer.