Tuktu Weir confessions of a sociopath

del is a little surprised by the sincerity of trajan's response, having expected more mean wit. it forces him to wonder if there really is an elk king living in their new home - what would that even be? could it communicate with them? he misses the soldier's glance, caught in his own idle fantasy, blinking back over as trajan answers his question.

"a little while ago," he answers, flushing again just slightly at the simple contact between them. it seems the roman is intent on throwing him off again and again. del doesn't like it but he also doesn't really dislike it, he's coming to find. "mato and -- his girl-friend were still looking for a spot." he can't quite remember the girl's name (sea..something?) but whatever, he knows he'll have an opportunity to re-acquaint himself with her eventually. "i'm glad they picked here, it's much better than where i ran into them." the wisp is developing a little bit of a grudge against the strange wonders this land had to offer him.