Tuktu Weir confessions of a sociopath

to his immense relief, the sharply-built soldier doesn't seem to view him as an object of aggression. so far anyway. he relaxes an inch, tilts his head when the other brings up mato. faintly the wisp can smell that same familiar scent on the other -- so he was with mato's efforts too. "yeah," delight answers, his ear flicking. the other's scrutiny is apparent and he doesn't know if he's more stressed out by that than the quiet, unassuming sort of judgement the others had offered.

the boy resists the urge to squirm. "my name's delight singing-sunlight," he says, voice edged with soft pride, though he isn't as swollen as he'd been with mato. somehow he felt the other would laugh at him for that. "are you... patrolling?" del isn't sure if mato's even picked a territory, but it'd make the man's wary stance before make the most sense - or, the wisp thinks, he might just be that way, but then again, the thought of having a strong figure around is sort of..reassuring, no?