King Elk Forest time and he are inseparable

Mato thinks this is possibly the most he’s ever spoken in his life, but it is necessary to help Delight and the empyrean is glad that he can assist him in earning his trade. The druid shifts his weight and regards Delight with contemplation as the other male inquires as to the name of the tongue he speaks. There has never been a name for it, in truth. Mato has always, simply, called it tongue of the druid’s. It is simple and it has always worked well on the rare instances he is inquired as to it’s name. He supposes he can give it a name but that feels a tad …arrogant. To assume he has the power to name a language. A language that he is not even sure is his — though to be fair he’s not even sure where he picked it up at. “I’m not sure it has a name and if it does I do not know it,” Mato admits, sheepishly. “I simply call it Tongue of the Druids.” He admits with a smile tugging at his lips and a soft laugh escaping his muzzle. The “name” he bestows upon it clears him from direct ownership of it while conveying that he’s not sure where it originates from but uses simply to have something to call it.