King Elk Forest This poem is mournful & sentimental & filled with complaints:

just gonna keep this moving, feel free to pop in/cameo/pop out at your leisure

the scene takes a turn for the macabre and delight has to bite down on a wildly innappropriate burst of laughter, threatening to overcome the shock and sorrow. ramsay of all people is the first to arrive, his presence as uncomfortable to the slight morwinyon as ever, and immediately sets to eating their fallen king elk. "w-wait," he starts, feeling the edge of a panicked hysteria that's only exacerbated as queenie shows up just in time to reprimand -- well, threaten -- the child. oh fuck yeah he didn't do a good job introducing them to the rest of his pack did he. forgive him, it's been a busy... it's been busy.

"queenie," delight says sharply, feeling the reassuring bump of gracious' nose ground him. there's no anger in his voice (when is there ever), just a desperation to wrest control of the situation back into his paws. taking a deep breath the morwinyon steps forward, aiming to nudge ramsay away from the corpse if he hasn't already been moved back by queenie's growl. more calmly than he feels he says, "we don't know how he died, it could be something contagious," hoping that will suffice as explanation in lieu of a crash course on the oddly specific attachment the elk carries for tindómë (though there's really little he can do to deter him if ramsay chooses to ignore him anyway).

to the whole group he says, "i've spoken to a few of you about the possibility of relocating. it's something mato and i've considered in the past." distantly he notes @Mato's presence, quiet and off to the side. he wishes (maybe a touch bitterly) that the prince was standing beside him as morwinyon too, but it seems like that spark is never going to come back into him at this point. and it is time to move on. "i know it's a big ask of all of us... but i think even the forest is telling us it's time to go," delight says, trying to sound lighthearted. how else is he supposed to take the elk's death but as an omen? burke, cicero, the elk: the trees themselves may as well be shouting leave, find fresh soil to root or you will end here. 

he looks at queenie and gracious (who already know of his plan), at jomyo and mona, at kota (who, like mato, had arrived quietly and remained to the side, whose presence is nonetheless appreciated). he looks at ramsay and feels a little awkward and sorry he's continuing the trend of instability in the brothers' lives, since they're sort of his wards. there are those not present that he'll get up to speed once he can, but.. his mind is made up by the corpse of the king elk, if it hadn't been before. what a symbolic note for tindómë's stay in the king elk forest to end on.

"jomyo, can you lead us back toward the vale?" delight asks, nodding toward mato. the prince can help her if needed, too, he knows. "we'll take a day or two to prepare and then we'll head out." 

with that, the androgyne takes a seat by the haunch of the once-great creature, available if needed for further conversation, but feeling his adrenaline rush crash into exhaustion.