The trekking man noticed an excited black ball of energy bouncing along. Dusk chuckled at the young girl's enthusiasm and he dipped his head at her bolting greeting.
"Greetings to you too." he warmly spoke, his kind eyes resting on the muscular ebony girl. He turned his head out, continuing to travel, until the girl said something that caught his interest.
You smell like an Oak!
The brute awkwardly coughed, his gaze narrowed. "Of course I smell like an Oak."
Why wouldn't he? The Thorns' smelt like thorns, the Bushes' smelt like bushes, the Beans' smelt like beans so why wouldn't the Oaks' smell like Oaks? And why would this excited girl be so interested in his family? Though perhaps he should say his real name, just so this young girl would know.
"I am Dusk, please tell me, who are you?"
It was not every day that a random unknown bouncing girl came up to him and knew his family name. How did this girl know? What did she have to do with him?
"Speech"
