King Elk Forest through bog and brier

delight squints, studying her as she thinks of - how to answer he supposes. he's not sure yet if her reticence is a personality trait or borne of something else (she doesn't smell of illness, but there are kinds that aren't physical, he knows that). the clarity of her gaze can reassure him for now at least.

and her answer. herbs. plants, huh? delight doesn't really get the appeal but it is useful - and again he is quietly pleased by the variety of their come-lately's, a nice mix of skills that will surely help the pack flourish. rocks he doesn't get at all (what is there to know about rocks?) and hunting is - well, everyone pretty much says that one. anyway, it's all on the up and up. the nénar pauses, waiting for her to supply a name, and sighs. okay. "and your name?" he repeats, slightly fussy, though his expression isn't offended (look at him, a diplomat even.) he doesn't really have much to say on her skills - they're cool, it's fine, and he glances at mato in case the morwinyon has an opinion.

but on to other things. "like the name suggests, we share the forest with a large elk - and his cow - named the king elk. he's not to be hunted or ... pestered," delight says (though honestly the idea of any of them being able to annoy the ethereal being is sort of funny), "if you can abide that - and you're willing to prove your skills to us - we'll have you." right? right.