Northstar Vale uumak ☈

it is polite to be humble she tells him and melkor supposes he cannot argue with that. a small noise of consideration rumbles in his throat but he offers no further words on the matter accepting it as it is with a casual shrug of broad shoulders. ❝pleasure to make your acquaintance kukutux.❞ the tundrian rumbles with a gentlemanly dip of his head meant to imitate a tip of one's hat. her question draws forth the cup of his ears and the fleeting thought of quellcrist. his blood daughter of whom will never look at him as 'father' and nor should she. even when they travelled together he hadn't been a very good father, admittedly, not quite sure what lines he might be crossing if he tried to be.

❝i hope to be.❞ melkor eventually responds, for both to be a sire of children and to be a father.