He wonders how many others may be lingering in the darkness. Those with coats dark like his and hers, often find comfort in the camouflage shadows bring to their pelts. He is only drawn to night like a magnet, and it was rare to see him up and about in the middle of the day. His brilliant blues continue to look towards the female as the other male invites her over. It is good to see the welcoming spirit of others in the light of celestial beings, and it brings a warm smile on his black lips. Slowly his head turns back around from the female towards the male as he speaks, and he asks a question typical of those who do not hear stars. Blue crystals dance upwards once more, his veils blinking momentarily as he absorbs their message with get interest and seriousness.
"It is clear, as mud is clear, as viewing a leaf through sunlight is clear. It is self, who must find the message," he says slowly, in a natural manner as he speaks, nodding to himself as he allows his eyes to drift back downward to earth and souls.
"They said to listen, to lay and cleanse the mind, and to be patient..." he stated. It is simple enough in his mind, a request of the heavens that is easy enough to follow. The other male is a curious one, and curiosity was not a bad thing. That is why Yojimbo was here in the first place, curiosity. It has led him far across the world, and to here in this very moment. He was pleased to answer the questions of the curious.
"I hear their words, see their images, smell their scents, however they choose, it is without words...one cannot convey such a thing with them," he continued, blue eyes turning to beam like winter lasers towards the female, whose voice is a soothing thing. It is nice upon his ears, and he is pleased to have the opportunity to hear such wonderful tunes.
"I, as well, was not born of this place. Perhaps, if you listen, in time, you can hear what they say to you," he says deeply, a genuine etch to he tones. She is dark as he, and she is not of here. He wondered if she could hear them, and just had never been taught how to listen.
"Come, look above, sit with Yojimbo, and listen with your eyes," he beckons once more, moving slightly aside as he lays to make room for her to view the glittering split in the cavern above if she so chose. There is always a calm serenity upon the male, a kindness that never seemed to cease emanating from his very bones. He only wished for those who can listen, to discover their own inner power.