Cedar Sweep Ghost Train

not having lived through very many winters (born at winter's edge, this is technically only his second), delight hadn't thought too hard about how quickly the snow descended upon them, but he takes her word for it with a shrug. her question throws him for a loop - taken aback by the funny formality of it - but a mark of rapidly burgeoning maturity: he manages not to say the first sarcastic thing that pops into his head.

instead, he tilts his head and squints slightly. "just taking a walk," the wisp replies, "my pack is close by." they are secluded but not particularly reclusive and delight doesn't mind showing his hand, so to speak. besides, she doesn't seem particularly threatening, just sort of... quirky. well, he can roll with quirky by now. "are you on an adventure?" he asks, one eyebrow raised. lots of folks are, it seems, though delight himself is hardly the adventuring type. he flirted briefly with the idea of doing some scouting for tindómë - still might, maybe - but now that they have jomyo he doesn't feel the need to go very far and frankly, he likes it that way.