Stone Circle Shades of blue

Being quiet like ice was not nearly his preference. He wanted to shout and talk hours on end without giving his voice a break. Losing his tongue had been a preference at the time since it was this or death, but he'd much rather share his thoughts without raising more questions than answers. It was sad, a curse some would say, but he did know it hardly held him back. His ears lowered disappointedly, unsure whether to show her his stump of a tongue before ultimately deciding she deserved to know. He leaned closer, golden-ringed eyes enticingly staring out of his sunken, ghost-like face and then opened his mouth to reveal the thing that prevented him from conversing with her. He did not respond to her question, finding it very obvious that he wasn't troubled or annoyed with her presence.