King Elk Forest they paint the world full of shadows

Mato’s ears cup forth, twitching at the strangled sound of Delight’s voice but the Morwinyon does not draw attention to it, mostly because he assumes that he has simply startled Delight ( Mato’s a bit oblivious ). The druid does not naturally consider himself much of an envious beast — not because he’s necessarily beyond that because he’s not: he’s know the green beast from time to time — but simply because he makes an effort not to be jealous of things that others have. Maybe, sort of, I think so ended up being the uncertain answers that the empyrean’s subordinate gives him and the druid gives a contemplative flick of his tail against his hocks. “Sometimes,” Mato admits with a deep breath, apple green gaze focusing upon the majestic warden of their home. “but he does not speak back.” That was a barrier, the druid believes, that the pair: Morwinyon and King Elk were never meant to breach and though he might feel envy if the Elk ‘speaks’ to his subordinates he does his best not to let it fester and poison him.