King Elk Forest time and he are inseparable

"ainima?" he repeats, tasting the foreign word for himself. he knows - there is a language, at the least, but he has not learned of it yet. (still so hearing it from the morwinyon's lips is a blessing and delight vows to become a touch more studious at the least).

mato's acceptance of his compliment embarrasses the androgyne yet again, though the prince has seemingly not noticed any discomfort on his part, thank the god-creature himself that he might be able to live out his affections quietly and in peace. "i think so," delight says to answer mato's query. he pauses and then adds, "uh, who do you think would be good to talk to? i mean i'll talk to everyone eventually, but i'd like.. to know your opinion." there are, after all, those he does not know, and the morwinyon knows them all.