King Elk Forest we were hoping for some romance, all we found was more despair

not at all ❤❤❤

his daily bemoaning his existence is interrupted by the sudden appearance of their newest núro. he blinks, noting her expression mirroring his and then the tiny .. something she clutches in her mouth. some kind of plant? it's not his forté. 

"uh," the nénar says, then collects himself and clears his throat. "hey anatha." he's glad to see she's looking better - wouldn't do to have a sickly bunch with winter, not when they'll need to pool their resources more effectively. delight does not quite smile at her but his expression softens around the edges, looking back at what she's carrying. "settling in..?" he asks, "what is that?"