King Elk Forest He said I look familiar

Her head tilted slightly.
She was...favoured? She thought for a few moments. No, that couldn't be right. She had to be a Déorwine and brown to be so. She was brown, but she was cursed, and she certainly wasn't a Déorwine.
She liked that he settled closer though.

Sacnite shuffled a little closer, hoping he wouldn't shy away or anything.
She was just...used to being close to others and hadn't had that in a long time.
Too long.

"I know that the Elk are protected? And that they decide whether we are worthy of the uh...Déorwine​ name. And that they don't like those with pale or dark coats in particular."
She paused for thought. What else had she gathered about Kingslend since her time here?
"I can learn though," she chirped, looking to him with bright eyes.
Yeah, she'd love to learn! She didn't have much else to do, and what better than learning how to be close with those she lived with.
She smiled softly to him, hoping to be enlightened.