King Elk Forest king of cups

the scent in the air startles him: for a moment, he thinks mato has materialized with his inappropriate thoughts. but, no, it's not quite the morwinyon's particular smell, and the chuff that accompanies it confirms this. embarrassed, the boy ducks his head with a frown as he turns to greet the interloper. another relative of mato's, he thinks, and then realises he has yet to say anything to acknowledge her greeting and makes a sheepish chuff in return. "sorry, hi, umwas distracted," delight mumbles, then finally looks at her properly.

he hasn't met her yet but he knows she was at the founding as well - ah, so, another opportunity. he doesn't want to jump into it immediately, though. the androdyne hasn't seen seabreeze recently and the power dynamic with mato (or rather, his own issues of idealization) disrupts the opportunity for a real friendship, and that leaves him with, what, his antagonist uka, or trajan, who's more like an older-brother figure than a pal -- delight, in an odd turn, kind of wants to make friends. if he hasn't already mucked it up. this is not his strongest suit. "nice out tonight," he tries, glancing back up at the sky with eyes made iridescent by the reflected starlight.