Kneph was intrigued by the strange cream and white female, her eyes seeming to look into his very being. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but strangely liberating, as though he need not fear the secrets he carried being sniffed out later. No, she appeared to sum him up and approach despite what she saw – surely a good thing? He smiled even more dazzlingly as she drew nearer, ears pressed forward to catch her voice as it slipped from between her pert lips, sweet and pretty as a butterfly flitting towards the heavens. His initial sarcastic smile and startled blink was noted by the stranger, and she softened her expression to an apologetic smile. Kneph wagged his tail to put her at ease and focused on the task at hand; making himself understood.

It was tiring work, talking with the body, but the blue and raven male was so practised that he went through the motions swiftly, every angle, twitch and blink sliding together to form a sort of sentence with pictures, much like a child's storybook. Also, like the aforementioned book, he could say only the simplest of things and often found words missing from his conversations, as a body could not say everything. It frustrated him but he had learned to make do, fully aware that – should he complain too vehemently – his ghostly counterparts may appear with their gift of the gab and push him down beneath a tide of his own good intentions. He shivered at the thought of them before regaining his composure and settling into the guise of a relaxed wanderer with surprising ease.

Twin eyes of pale moonlight turned again upon that uniquely tattooed face as he appraised the stranger, and she smiled brightly, eyes gleaming with an emotion that Kneph was sure he had mistaken for pleasure. It had been such a long time since any had taken pleasure in his company. Even Aithne had been weary of him, not trusting him entirely due to the deathly silence that surrounded him. When she replied though, he was forced to consider the possibility that she was indeed enjoying their unplanned rendezvous. What she said took slightly longer to sink in than the fact that she had spoken, and he watched her quizzically, a new light of interest glowing behind his lids. Taking the time to conjure a reply, he settled down upon the earth, drinking in the rays of the sun that were growing ever warmer with winter's retreat. Only once he had fully settled himself did he reply, his sentences even more stilted due to his sitting position (something he was too embarrassed to do anything about as that would require him standing again), 'Surprised what male believes. Seen many. Seen often. Own secrets, own ghosts'

He shot a swift look around them, as though the mere mention of his demons may summon them up. Thankfully though, they seemed to be taking the day off, and no swathe of mist heralded their arrival to torment him. The female's coy smile drew his eyes back to her, and he dipped his head with a flourish. She truly was very beautiful, especially when she blinked at him so, and he felt a stirring in his loins that called a blush to his own cheeks. He was only thankful that they were covered with fur, so that she would not see his embarrassment. When she asked for his title in turn, he was well prepared with an answer, 'Can't say. Leader of marsh calls male phantom. Not real but male does not mind.'

He, of course, did not hear what the earth whispered to the cream girl and so he could not have known what she was thinking until she spoke. All he did following his silent speech was shift over to make room for the other to settle beside him in the warmth of the day.

OOC: lol I'm so sorry for the mistake!! Momentarily colorblind...and no I don't mind at all!! Have a great idea for a plot actually