Stone Circle thoughts

In the corner of his golden-ringed eye did he spot a young, black prince approaching and he turned his head even before the other greeted him. He nodded, nearly bowed, and smiled his ghostly smile back at the boy. White tainted the others muzzle, and Calloon wondered for a moment what kind of genetics had caused such an interesting patch of fur to settle upon the young man's face. All the ghost had ever been was faded, and though it did help him in the hotter months of the year to not be dark of coat, he had always longed to be something else.