King Elk Forest sweet adeline

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from his inner monologue the thespian is pulled, catching the scent of someone unfamiliar. their numbers are small enough that delight can guess this must be - malice, yeah, burke's mate. they're at a distance - she doesn't seem to have noticed him - and for a moment he debates bothering her (after all he deeply enjoys his solo brooding sessions), but then again, there is that opportunity.

the androgyne rouses from his laying position and slips closer to the woman. curiously he notes she seems to  be a bit younger than burke - grown, sure, but not an elder. well, he's not one to judge. awkwardly he chuffs a greeting, silvery gaze traveling from her form to that which seems to have captured her attention - some plants? he guesses? and back to her honeyed face. "'lo," delight says, "what's that?"