Emberwood am i bleeding from the storm?

ooc: wanna fade this one?

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delight's never been to the beach himself. it doesn't sound all that bad, though, "what's a crab?" he asks suspiciously, his eyes narrowing slightly. 

alarian's offer comes before he can get an answer. he thinks for a moment and then shrugs and smiles slightly. "yeah, sure," the morwinyon agrees, his tail flicking behind him. the last time he hunted with a near stranger he was nearly assaulted by a horrible cryptid -- but that was ages ago, it feels like. and truth be told, he wants to steal a little more of alarian's time. "there's plenty by the vale," he says to this affect, "you can come visit whenever, too."