The sun was quiet witness to the odd encounter beneath the trees. It filtered down through green leaves, which strained to capture the last of heat and warmth as autumn was just around the corner, and fell to to earth in a patchwork of dappled light. Mauja saw the colt's head snap up at his voice, but the direction was slightly off — his head grew still, his gaze vacant in a way but his ears played actively. Perhaps there was something wrong with those milky eyes of his, then? Not that it mattered much to him. Myrddin had been blinded for a bit, but still served the Basin loyally. Instead, it was just noted, then discarded. Blind or not, the child had horns upon his head, and just because his cornea was milky it did not mean his mind was covered by a haze. He'd come this far, after all, hadn't he? And he intended to come further, if his display of strength was anything to go by. Mauja's fluid movements halted rather abruptly, ears flicking forward, but he respected the gesture and went no further. Perhaps this one could not suck his soul out, but being around Deimos had certainly taught him something about personal space.

Still, he would not just turn around and walk away. Hardened the child might be, not a quivering orphan to seek any comforting touch, but surely he'd come around soon enough when he realized that Mauja could provide him with shelter, and food, a place to grow up safe and sound, well-fed and cared for. And so, he settled patiently, cocking a hip and raising a hind hoof to rest on its tip. He had time — it was only morning yet, and he flicked his tail, asked a question, and considered it a victory that the foal wasn't running helter-skelter in panic. He even got somewhat of an answer.

Then, those milky eyes snapped around, locked upon Mauja, and he frowned slightly. It was disconcerting to be pinpointed by what he deemed a blind gaze, to have the depthless focus aimed at him. Somehow, it felt like the child could see his soul with those sightless eyes.. as if he saw beyond the body, and into the core. Mauja clenched his jaw for a moment, held his breath, then forced it out in a quiet sigh. Such a foolish thought. It was just likely that he'd finally managed to locate his exact place, now that he stood still. Yes. That had to be it. There was no need to be creeped out by that intense, hazy stare.

"Are you traveling with someone, then?" he asked lightly, letting his eyes rove away from Druid's. There seemed little point in watching them, as he doubted they saw, and instead studied his small horns curiously. Physical defects had never put him off before, so what was it about his eyes that sent a shiver down his spine? Mauja gave himself a mental shake. Perhaps he was just afraid it'd turn out to be a nightmare, where the child would grow to be ten feet tall and sport rows of shiny, wet fangs, but he was fairly certain he was awake. It was just a lost, blind kid, nothing more.