Sun Mote Copse mention our ghosts, our knotted spines

the green-bright gaze of the other male feels too heavy to him. he fights a frown, the hints of a sulk gathering in the edges of his mouth. is he being scrutizined for something without his knowing? it irritates him a little.

the male breaks the silence before delight can protest the unfairness of his judgement. mato. there's a second - a girl he hadn't noticed, seabreeze apparantly, and his gaze flickers to her for just a minute. a traveling pair then. friends, mates, whatever, delight wonders if he's intruding, and feels even more sullen at the thought. "my name is delight singing-sunlight," he says, puffing his chest up a little bit with the remnant pride of his surname (though objectively it is and has always been valueless). "you can call me whatever, though," the boy adds after a minute, almost shyly despite the edge to his expression. "are you together?"