Stone Circle Shades of blue

Calloon would've felt extremely sorry for a scared person wanting to talk with him. He could not comfort with words - could not even tell why he was so silent. Many had accepted him like this though and he was grateful for Easthollow's kindness. For them he lived now; he filled their caches and attended anything he could while at the same time remaining the wandering ghost he was. The wise ones - oh, the wise ones. How could he ever thank them for all of this?

The grey boy was quick to scent the other, crawling to the edge of the resting rock to find a small version of his other friend; Phiipa. His white brows raised in surprise and he tilted his head in question. He chuffed a slight greeting, noting she did not look at him. How curious.