Stone Circle Shades of blue

All went as predicted; knowing the source of his silence often resulted in silencing oneself while he stayed his expressive self. No dread or self-pity could be found in his golden-ringed eyes nor in his unwavering smile of secrets. His soft ash mane held a thousand words; he, as a whole, did so. There was no use in grieving what he had lost; all he had to do was appreciate what he had now.

When he closed his maw at her words, he smiled at her sweetly; shaking his head. It wasn't dreadful, not for him. He was a strong believer in that actions spoke louder than words. Now that she knew, would she understand that he desired that she gave him a name to call? Just to be sure, he nudged the air towards her chest again.