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delight has gotten many reactions to his bluntness - usually offense, occasionally incredulity, but laughter is a new one. he blinks at her owlishly, confused and more than a little unsettled. she's gotta be making fun of him, right? but she doesn't sound malicious, and he pouts at her with a muttered "hey..."

it's not a very good joke, he thinks, but she gives her name and he lets his pout frown smooth out into a more neutral expression. well, neutral for him. "ookay," the nénar says, straightening up slightly, "my name's delight singing-sunlight and i'm nénar, one of our leaders." saying it out loud is surreal, but he's compartmentalizing that particular issue right now. "we're a pack that revolves around trades, so -- what are these kick-ass ways of yours?"