Fish out of water...

Álarr cocked his head to the side as he tried to figure out what was going on with the other boy. He seemed kind of alarmed but the Imperialis boy shook it off. He probably just had startled the other. Álarr was getting ready to catch another fish when a small, dense cloud of fireflies caught his attention and he paused to spring after them. Trying to catch them. Brynhildr noticed and swooped down to help him. Maybe he'd hunt a few fireflies for a bit to give himself some time to dry out. He was starting to feel just a bit chilly as the night continued to cool the earth. When the other boy popped back up he figured it was time for introductions. "My name is Álarr. What's yours?"