King Elk Forest good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter

skipping/pping slightly ramsay w permission

the boys crowd around their father -- their dying father, his mind spits out despite his efforts to not name directly what he's seeing. the surreality of the situation weighs the moment down around him, dragging out each moment despite delight's inability to get a real handle on it. the role of a historian is to be a witness, but in this moment it occurs to the morwinyon that he's not used to being totally on the outside of a situation. he is as immersed in tindómë as tindómë is in him. cicero and euron and ramsay are not tindómë (well, yet, anyway): he has no idea what the hell they're going through or what hells they've been through.

cicero's question interrupts his train of thought. he's a little relieved at the negative answer (what was he gonna do, take cicero by the legs and drag him?) but -- malice is a much easier request. "yeah," delight says, and crouches slightly to be closer to the man, "do you want me to call for her?" mentally he runs through burke and malice's history, trying to piece together how cicero might know both of them (the fen? the caldera? blackfeather? something else, coincidence unspoken?).