”Somewhat, eh? And here I thought I had some memorizable features.” the shifter chuckles, closing the distance for comfortable talking. He settles in for a longer wait near the oak, looking the brown mare up and down for a moment. ”Glad to see you’re still you. Never thought I’d get a chance to be the grumpy one, but you’re nailing it.” Amused, he matches blue eyes with brown ones, his body today not sitting still.

”Did you visit Nerine yet, perchance? You wouldn’t believe it, but its Khaleesi is the most grumpy I’ve ever seen in my life.” And that included his mother and his niece. He grins widely, not bothering with hiding his teeth any more now that that little change had come to pass; to be able to choose (though, shifting still happened involuntarily most of the time) how he presented. It was truly a gift that the fairies gave him, and he definitely wasn’t going up there any more, ever. Definitely. Well, probably then. Because, who knows what strange things might happen in the future. But to go for changes for himself? Definitely not.

”Oh, and I found my home there too. Well, Icicle Isle, anyway, not Nerine itself.” he adds casually - almost forgot it through their line of conversation. No other big changes had happened that he knew of, or that he could come up with out of the top of his head. Bean would probably have missed all political changes, and he could only envy that simplicity sometimes. And yet he already knew, from being home-less before, he wasn’t the type. A wanderer he was, certainly, as today showrd - but he still needed a home base.

At this rate, the shifter might get to proposing they do something incredibly stupid today, he thinks, like sneaking in someplace and messing things up a bit, or convincing a random stranger to eat the hallucinative weeds and shrooms he knows - he’ll never forget about Trekori and Andulvar, not for a lifetime - and his eyes take a rather distinctive emerald color when he thinks of it, estimating if she would be up for it. The topic of his being memorable - or not - seems to amuse her but also actually make her look - which somewhat surprises him, as he himself usually is keen on faces and coloration, and -used to be- quick to find the prettiest girl in a grazing spot (either to flirt with or to mess with, as usually they would be stiff pricks). Now, he just lets the brown mare catch up and when she shrugs of the kingdoms, he laughs at her. ”That’s the best way to avoid trouble...” he doesn’t end the sentence for a reason, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he waits for her to follow up. Is staying out of trouble what she wants?

His home however, is a topic that brings the blue back to his face, a little darker than before as he frowns. ”Someone decided it was too cold. Now we eat ash-tasting grass, but it’s better than when there was no grass at all.” he grimaces. ”You can visit if you want, but I’d personally wait till next spring in your case, if you want to stay for dinner.” he shakes his head. ”For now, we’re free to roam Taiga’s forests though. If you think ice-lands sound nice, the north should be able to offer you a home in any of her lands.” he smiles, tilts his head, then shakes it. ”I’m using those teeth for an alternative diet until then.” he laughs, but then when she exclaims her Oh! he perks his ears.

”Why, I couldn’t imagine you getting into trouble. But do tell,” he offers. ”I’ve had enough experience with the Mountain fae for three lifetimes, so perhaps I have your answer.”