Stavanger Bay fade

despite his self-imposed isolation, company finds the mayfair in short order, coming in the form of a pale sylph approaching through the fog. he almost mistakes the figure for dalia, but her build is too solid and fur too stark to be the sweet blue-eyed girl. his ears perk as the stranger draws closer, tail thumping softly against the ground when she's close enough that her features become clear. he offers a chuff and a friendly smile to her words, pushing back the familiar melancholy of being unable to answer. it's always such an ordeal, navigating his lack of speech in interactions. he gets tired of it, sometimes.