Hoshor Plains god is a city overflowing with fists

delight's mind is generally fast-paced (frantic, one might say unkindly) -- the downfall of being a smart introvert, he's not the best at pacing himself and he lacks the patience to try. she manages to shut him up though, earning a surprised look that slides into comprehension quickly. a language barrier. he wishes he spoke more than one language -- he'd tried to learn a little of mato's, the druid language tindome's based on, but beyond grasping enough to say the ranks correctly he could never quite get his head around it.

"sorry," the morwinyon says sheepishly, scratching his ear. he pauses and then rewords: "um. are you... bringing the bison to your pack?"