Silver Creek holy motherforking shirtballs

it's been a hot minute since delight slipped down to the silvery creek by the forest - the last time he was here, uka'd still been around. he hates to admit how much that particular disappearance stings - nearly as much as trajan (or, if he were being completely honest, slightly more, because what's a protagonist without a good foil?)

but the tide seems to be turning in tindómë's favor for now. he hadn't really being trying to recruit anyone but it seems his desire to hide out in the sweep away from the happy cloud surrounding brienne and mato worked well in his favor anyway. it's ... a complicated feeling, being rewarded for being too cowardly to deal with your feelings, but also, he'll take it. and jomyo and matteo both seem a good sort. their numbers are still small, sure, but it feels more stable and new faces give delight something to do.

which is not go look at the silvery water which reminds him of the silvery prince but look it's been a weird, weird week. dramatically the vailë makes his entrance with a big sigh, flopping against the side of the riverbank - and then jumps up with a strangled yelp as he realises he's not alone. not that he's complaining but why is the hinterlands suddenly crawling with wolves? the androgyne's fur is still fluffed up, his voice a little strained as he says, "uh, hello, didn't see you there."