King Elk Forest the sweet relief of knowing nothing comes for free

mona's greeting snaps him out of his head back to reality. he may not be as prone to fits of sulking but he does still carry that tendency to slip into his thoughts, unaware of his surroundings. maybe not the best quality for a leader to have, but whatever, he's squishy and introspective. 

delight hasn't seen much of the little red girl, prone as she seems to be to her little scouting trips -- it hardly bothers him, she still shows up when he calls and scouts are handy things -- and so he is not expecting to see her new adornment. "hey, m-" the androgyne starts before his eyes land on the collar and, startled, her name dies in his mouth. 

"mona." he finishes, forcing his eyes off the foreign thing and back onto her face, scanning a bit anxiously. she looks as uncomfortable as he feels looking at that thing. "what is that..?" delight asks, trying for even-tempered lest he make her feel worse about it -- but really, what the hell is that thing?