Cedar Sweep the whole world is sleeping

ty for starting!

he is back in the sweep, too anxious to put space between him and bri and morwinyon that even the full of their forest isn't enough. he's not upset about it

(he's not)

but it's understandable, right? that he needs some time alone to think, to process? just because delight has known from the jump - just because he'd joked about the pair as lovebirds - just because secretly he'd hoped it would happen doesn't mean he's not allowed to feel.. something. confirmation of his role as outsider, maybe. perhaps chroniclers aren't required to watch from outside the looking glass, but delight thinks they should. he should. (he's got no choice but to.)

and the thing is he can't maintain an aloof persona even if he tried. bri knows. of course she does, she's smarter than the rest of them put together about that sort of thing. and delight isn't going to let something as mundane as jealousy infect his friendship or hurt tindómë even because anyone with half a brain can see -- ugh nevermind.

once again his desire to brood in the sweep is cut short by another in his path. this time, though, the boy he encounters looks like the singing-sunlight feels, down to the matching scowl. "you look rough," he says baldly, eschewing any form of proper greeting. who has the time, anyway?