King Elk Forest Meeting the king

surprise filters across his face for a moment. it'd just been an idea, a dumb one, but burke seems to like it - and it feels official, the idea of him and burke and maybe whoever else doing what is, essentially, a miniature scouting trip. for history's sake. the androgyne doesn't quite smile but he nods thoughtfully, says "i will," and means it.

he feels a twinge of something - mato's got a lot of siblings running around - delight did once but - that's neither here nor there. instead he focuses on: "it is important i think," the chronicler agrees, preening just slightly, pleased with himself for coming up with an important job for him to do. responsibility feels good on him, he thinks. he does manage a smile then: fleeting, fragile, not quite right for his face, but it's something. "um, is there anything else you think should be in the story?"