yoda

A youthful voice dragged his attention from his reverie, though Seth took care not to startled and continued stretching, merely turning his green eyes to the stranger to evaluate them. A yearling, perhaps. Not one of the colorful yearlings he needed to be avoiding but even if it had been he wouldn't be so rude as to not be hospitable. "Good morning," he said with a carefully welcoming polish. To be polite, he left off his stretching and gave the boy the slightest bow. "I do not believe I have had the pleasure of your acquaintance, young master...?" He raised his brows in polite inquiry for the boy's name. "I am Seth," he continued a beat later. "Might I ask what brings you to my den this morning?"