Silver Creek waiting for a passing feeling

all welcome, pref. a packmate he hasn't met (or mato?)

he has taken it upon himself to sweep through the forest and into the surrounding areas of where tindómë will come to rest. this is not something the androgyne needs to do, probably, but he spins it like this: he's recording what happens in tindómë's founding, it can't hurt to know intimately the immediate surrounding areas, no? 

delight has since given up his quest to find something wrong with his new home. it's hard to shake the feeling he's waiting for the other paw to drop, but each passing day his security and hope grows. and even if something happens, he has family now, friends, he won't be shouldering anything alone. the wisp sighs as he follows the edge of the creek, glancing to make sure he's alone before allowing himself to admire the silvery surface of the water. there was still much for him to do - he had yet to talk to mato and declare his ambition, and he knew there were others recruited to their ranks he'd yet to meet, to add them to his story. but for now he could be a boy watching the pretty fish.