Oak, and ash, and thorn

Moss’s eyes opened a little wider when the girl seemed to think she meant she was going to eat their toes. “Ooo! Sorry no not me! There’s a big snappy turtle that lives around this part of the swamp an’ he just can’t help himself!” She eyed the pool with trepidation. The big ol’ bastard sat so still sometimes it was hard to tell wether it was him or just a bloody big rock until it was too late. “I’m Moss, but you can call me Mossy. Are you two lost? Do you need help finding someone? This place can be tricky if you don’t know where to step.”

“Speech”