King Elk Forest time and he are inseparable

Delight repeats the word and Mato is thoughtful for a moment as he tries to think on how to translate it correctly for it is not a word that has a cut and dry common tongue counterpart because he finds the King Elk holy but not in the same way the word means in common tongue. He has no interest in worshipping it ( respecting it, yes) for though it is otherworldly Mato does not believe in Gods or anything of the sort. “It’s translation isn’t perfect. It means blessed, holy but not in a way that would render the King Elk a god. I do not believe in such things.” The druid attempts to explain and ends up offering Delight a sheepish grin thinking that he’s doing a terrible job of trying to translate the druid speech. Most words are fairly straight forward but there are always those words — on both sides! — that stubbornly refuse to translate.

“Brienne was with me at the start so she might, perhaps, be a good one to go to next,” Mato thinks aloud, attempting to give Delight some direction of who to go next. “My sister Nova, my grandfather Burke and his mate Malice all have their own stories to tell though the latter two might overlap.” Mato could never quite grasp the idea of calling Malice ‘grandmother’. She is, but she isn’t and he’s never known where to categorize her in relation to him aside from “Burke’s mate”. In truth, he believes that each and every one of them has a compelling story to tell, about the choices that led up to Tindómë or further, perhaps if they feel like delving that far. “Trajan withholds a compelling story, I believe, from what vagueness he eluded to it when we first spoke.” But as per the empyrean, he didn’t pry.