Silverlight Terrace le bouffon

He was quiet for a few minutes, or tried to be, sniffing to try and stop his nose from dripping or listening to the tears as they dripped off his chin in to the grass. But he did nod, and after looking briefly to the man's dark features and tracing the contour of it through the shade of the growing night, he looked up to the sky, and lifted his nose so as to greet the stars with song.