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i was dumb enough to go north instead of south, she says, and delight stares. "they're opposite directions," he says, a touch rudely in his incredulousness - not reading the tone at all. she calls him another weird pet name, one he's never heard before - oh, man this is getting to be like uka except slightly less offputting, probably because uka had all the charm of a dead fish. (okay, that's a little harsh, he'll admit, even if he hates the fact that he misses the guy). thrown off as he is, he doesn't get the impression that she's being condescending, so he's willing to overlook her, um, proclivities as they are. for now.

"my pack is close by," the androgyne says to answer her question, though he's keeping it vague for now. "tindómë. what's your name?"