King Elk Forest time and he are inseparable

for some reason the androgyne had not quite anticipated the silvery prince to actually arrive, and he blushes before he can help himself. he's used to many feelings - namely unresolved angst and sullen woe, but shyness is somewhat novel. it must be because of - how official it is now. mato's just not his will-be leader, he's truly his morwinyon now. 

delight takes a moment to recover, a little visibly flustered, then dips his head. right, he did call the prince for a reason. "i wanted to tell you i've - chosen my trade," he says, tripping over the sentence just a little in an attempt to sound more formal than usual. "i would - like to become our chronicler. if that pleases you," he adds, then makes a face at himself and corrects: "i mean, i figure it makes sense anyway and i talked to seabreeze and trajan about it and they agreed, so," and now the núro is rambling, and he comes to an abrupt stop with a big gulp of air, eyes watching his leader's face for a sign of reaction nervously.