-he sighs and flops down onto the grass-
"...What's your name...?"
".... liam, yours?"
"...Rowell..."
-he smiles, still looking at the sky-
"... thats a nice name"
He smiles
"...Thanks..."
"so... what do you do all day?"
"Well-I'm a swan during the day so-not much, frankly..."
"Oh- makes sense... what do swans do then?"
"Mostly...swim in the lake...I-get to fly...not far but-that's something, at least..."
