“-ko” he quietly mutters knowing very well that she’s smart enough to fit the pieces of his scrambled puzzle together. As Yoruko meets her eyes again he realizes he has forgotten the most important lesson, if not the only lesson, that he learned from his mother before she left him. Respect. Fearing it was too late and his first impressions had already done the damage, he began to bow in greeting anyways. What’s the worst that could happen? Maybe she would strike him, maybe that would be best to save him from his mumbling silent life. A black knee sunk into the soft Earth followed by another knee of a blue-ish hue. His wings tucked themselves formally at the bend and fanned out at the ends to lightly grace the ground with their dark touch.

Waiting a moment he then came up. The gray mare with bright eyes spoke and introduced herself as Wessex, a full name introduction which seemed to be something Yoruko couldn’t accomplish. Maybe soon he would become more comfortable with her and learn to speak better, but perhaps not.

Bringing his black hooves back under him, he stood and faced her once again.. Yoruko lifted his wings in the form of a rather human gesture to say ‘I don’t know’ when being asked if he was lost or wandering. He really didn’t even know his soul purpose, only that he had ended up here now and found it the only place nearby with residents and he wanted in. After 2 years of wandering all by yourself, I’d like to think you’d be thirsting for some company too.

Yoruko pondered if he should attempt speech or not. Most everyone else had simply walked away from his silence or made fun of him when he tried to form words, but this mare was different. Though her appearance and facial expression still pronounced irritation, it was that she kept her cool and actually tried to listen that gave Yoruko the confidence to attempt speech again. Taking in a deep breath his lips parted as he began to speak in a mixture of speech and sign. “N-no where..” A wing began to make a small circle gesturing to the area around him. Then he stomped his right black hoof into the ground precisely two times. “..go.” he managed to breathe without mistake. Whew! It was hard work for him to work on forming his words but it certainly didn’t look like it from the outside. His untrained mouth was certainly becoming his enemy. Yoruko gazed back into the bright eyes that belonged to Wessex in a non-threatening way, awaiting to see what she might say.

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@wessex OOC: I really love her design! She's beautiful!