Down to the River

His ears pricked as she joked about everyone now knowing what it was like to live in a swamp. He didn't have to wonder about that comment long. The Mangroves, eh? It was a neat place. "I went there a time or two when it was unoccupied. It's a cool place," he offered. It was a pretty interesting place. He had yet to find anywhere else like it, although it was rumored to be wildly beautiful on the other side of the land bridge that had surfaced not that long ago.

As she mentioned herbs Valentine's gaze turned from her to slowly rove across the flooded riverbanks. What vegetation he could see was mangled and/or drowned. Her assumption seemed to be sound. "Wish I felt confident enough to disagree, but I'm sure it'll be awhile before things start to recover." He fell silent for a moment as he tried to think of a direction to point her in for herbs. Off the top of his head he couldn't think of any place that wasn't currently claimed.

After a few heartbeats his eyes flicked back to hers. The woman had previous stepped closer, which Valentine took to mean she was possibly willing to engage in a full conversation instead of simply exchanging a few words in passing. It was about time for an introduction. "I'm Valentine, by the way."