Noctisardor Bypass Quiet and cold - that's the way I like it

He said nothing, which made the witch squint in contemplation for a moment. She yawned, her breath coloring the air for a moment as she thought to herself. She hadn't met many mutes before in her lifetime. They had none in her tribe, but the other witches she had met had one assistant or another who was mute. Something about not revealing secrets.

She was more isolated than the other chovahani and chovahano, on account of her Seer's eye, the golden one that hung low instead of staring straight ahead. The boy, so far, made no mention of that. Instead, he greeted her with joy, her very presence a blessing. It had been a while since someone looked past the wavering, wandering eye. She smiled, crookedly but sincerely. Zen you are mute, jo? She asked politely. Born wit it?