Dragoncrest Cliffs there are echoes of thundering hooves

He was quiet, merely shrugging his shoulders. Her brows bent at that, wondering what she had done to deserve such a reaction. As she finished speaking, "Hello," however, the male nodded and his expression opened to one far more welcoming. "I'm Emaleth," she told him politely, "It's good to meet you, ser." The yearling did wait expectantly for a response, having never met a mute before, though the silence was at once a comfort and agonizing to the introvert. Silence was good, but small talk was unbearable.