King Elk Forest the wrong name

the man - uka, euka, whatever - changes his attitude once del relaxes, but it turns weird quick. something about that smile unsettles him, similar to how trajan's affectations had, but those had been harmless and this felt knife-point precise against him. "why would i be able to guess your name, we've never met," he says irritably, oblivious as always to the give and take of social niceties. "and my name is delight singing-sunlight." 

despite the fact that he's yet to meet someone who could resist mocking him for his name (even mato had shown a flash of judgement, he thinks), the androgyne lifts his head, a little prideful. his name suits him just fine, there just aren't many others worthy of being delightful to. "-- and, come back? are you looking to join us?" he tilts his head to accompany his question. this would be easier if he knew mato was around, but he isn't sure where the silvery prince spends his time. should he howl for him, he wonders, but he'll wait to see what uka says before deciding.