Garret Ignis had no clue what he was doing.
He had wasted ten long years at this camp, and had yet to ever walk by this creek. Of course, he had seen it a thousand times, but never up this close. He ran a swift hand through his black, curly locks. Garret was known for things escaping his mind like that. Garret wasn't a multitasker. A creek, was lower on his lists than, let's say a battle.
So he walked along the edge of the water, admiring it's reflection, when he came across a girl. He hadn't seen her before. Garret didn't leave his Cabin much, or talk to others outside of it, so maybe that was why. He smiled weakly at her.
"H-hello." he mumbled. "I'll j-just g-go." he stuttered.