Dragoncrest Cliffs there are echoes of thundering hooves

"Oh," she finally said, softly. "You can't speak?" If he could, surely the male would have said something by now— and Emaleth felt her ears grow hot with embarrassment at the realization. As removed as the dark witch often was from others, she only knew of one way to truly interact with and understand them. She already felt like she had blundered, and it felt rude to ask how they were to communicate or to simply walk away. Should she attempt to converse with him as she would anyone else? She looked at him sheepishly. Sorry.