King Elk Forest oh, i just can't wait to be king!

the comment is rewarded with another detail from her past - a treasure for the nosy little historian. the more he walks with the merc, the more he finds he enjoys her company; she reminds him a little of sunflower, however shortlived that friendship had been, except queenie seems to be on his level instead of dancing above his head. the morwinyon snorts a little when she explains her name and says, "yeah, i get that impression." delight's almost a little jealous of her apparant assertiveness, given his own ego is as fragile as a sapling in the wind. almost being the key word - said ego is at the moment upright and doin' okay, thank you. he does want more details, though. "what was the family business?" the androgyne pries, ears flicked forward attentively, hoping to get some juicy details out of her.