Do ya wanna build a stab-stick?

Ever since she kissed the tusk boy on the cheek the other day he hadn't left her mind. Even if he was silly and childish, she liked to be around him. So when she heard his familiar voice call for her at the borders of her home, her heart began to race as she hurried to her paws from her bed of furs. To be a little honest, she was worried that after the little kiss he wouldn't want to see her again. She couldn't keep herself from smiling as she hurried from her den, eager to see what the tusked boy had come to visit for.

She hurried north from the volcano and found him standing with the large, positioned stones not far from the borders. Her smile never waned as she paced up to him, noticing all the crystals and mushrooms around them but hardly paying them any mind. In fact, her lavender eyes never moved from the dark boy as she approached, but soon she became somewhat shy. "What're you up to?" She asked, her voice soft as she suddenly became awkward and nervous. Her heart raced, a smile wouldn't leave her face, and now she even struggled to look him in the face for longer than just a few seconds.

"Speech."