Broken Boulder daydream believer

oh. it's a cute idea, and he likes it, but boy is he not in a place where he wants to share. unfortunately if he's gonna be chancellor here he doesn't really have a choice. anxiously he shifts his weight from paw to paw, trying to channel his energy into memorizing the names attached to the faces present. lily he already knows -- korei he doesn't, though she doesn't offer much beyond stargazing (his heart pangs thinking of mato). he knows queenie's going to pick him before she even starts to speak and spends her brief speech trying to decide what he'll say when -- the bone comes to him.

right. "my name is delight," he begins, fidgeting the bone underneath his paw, "and i'm -- a historian. i.. collect pack histories, personal histories, that sort of thing." the other questions lily proposed are -- difficult. what's he proud of? nothing, at the moment. he let his pack fall apart, he's entering into fatherhood with no clue what he's doing, he doesn't want to even be awake most days. and his concerns are little to do with the sanctuary and -- entirely to do with himself. he clears his throat and adds sheepishly, "i'm just, um, glad to be here, so, thank you."

he can't give the bone to queenie obviously -- shoot. he could give it to alarian but suddenly he worries that will make him look ... like he's not making an effort to intergrate. which, well, isn't wrong. but still. he picks up the point and picks someone at random, anxiously laying it in front of @Xahi.