The girl was okay. She didn't fall in the water, or on her face for that matter.
All was okay then, and Donovan was able to draw a heavy sigh of relief.
Funny thing... Donovan felt like he forgot how to act in society for just a bit.
Thinking back, he was just wondering the wide open world, and podunk towns; The kind that were small, had little to offer and such.
Honestly, he did love those quaint little hideaways as Donovan called them.
Perhaps being away from bustling society, was something that did impact you. And apparently effected your speaking ablities; Small Town Speak was a real thing after all.
The tattooed male took a moment to dust his jacket off, and the thighs of his jeans off a bit, to rid the slight dirt stains.
"Wonder how those got there?"
The man though to himself, as he would look over to the young Fae and notice she was staring at his neck and hands. Did he look stupid to her, or was this the usual stare he would get?
Had to be that she was staring because of how bright, colorful and intricate the work he had done, plus the touch-ups, looked.

Just as he was about to ask, she apologized for staring so much, and that she was in fact interested in his tattoos.
The way she described them, made him smile a little. If only his tattoo artist was around to here those words.
"I have way more than just the ones on my hands and neck."
Donovan announced, as he would oblige to showing the rest of his tattoos; But only the rest of his sleeves.
People would be getting all the wrong ideas about this if he showed the other tattoos on his body. Those ones required he take his shirt off, and Donovan was not about to be responsible for making the girl uncomfortable.
Respect was something he learned very well on his travels.
So, Donovan would take off his leather jacket and reveal his short sleeved button up shirt, and of course, the rest of his sleeves.
Each design had a lot of love and passion put into them, and Donovan personally oversaw every piece or art his old artist did.
To help show more of the ink that the sleeves of his shirt blocked, he carefully lifted each side for about fifteen seconds, so that each side was able to be examined.
Donovan couldn't remember the last time that he showed his tattoos off to someone. Might of been a long time ago. Years to be exact.

"My artist would love to hear that you appreciate his art. He isn't from around here, otherwise I'd happily pass your compliments along."
Donovan replied to the young girl with a smile, and a soft chuckle echoing from his gut, as he put his jacket back on, feeling the nip of the chilled Autumn air on his skin.
Forgot what that was like he did, but it was welcomed regardless.
"Names Donovan... Donovan Parker, by the way. You must be new in town."
Donovan said with a soft voice, trying to rid himself of the tension caused by his rough exterior.
Which would quickly be broken, by a very very familiar scent, that wafted through the air and pass by his nostrils.
Shutting his eyes for a moment, as the scent spilled through his nostrils, he processed the smell very carefully. He didn't want to get the wrong person after all.
Turns out he wasn't wrong though. It was exactly who he thought it was, coming up behind him.
"Yes Ellie? Can I help you?"
He said smoothly to her, keeping his back turned to her, hearing her footsteps in the grass.