Cricket Creek Bog Searching

The male responds to her in all but words. She regarded him curiously for a moment, wondering why he holds his tongue. When finally she directly asked something of him, and no answer came, she was confused. He shrugs, his eyes looking at her pleadingly. A nail is drawn across the dirt and her eyes drop to watch the progress. For only a moment longer she is confused, and then she accepts the reality that he has given her, the reality that she unknowingly placed upon him.

"Ah," She says softly, a bit surprised still. "You truly cannot speak?" She watches him, wondering at how he survives as a loner with no voice to explain his actions. "You have my apologies, stranger. I did not know. You above all than, must know how to enjoy the song of the crickets. I suppose it is both a blessing and a curse to be without a voice." She looks to him for silent confirmation. "Is it hard as a loner?" He, of course, cannot give an out and out answer but he speaks well with his eyes and body.