A joke? Had he made a joke? Dark ears twitched their puzzlement at the notion as he listening to the larger beasts rumbling chuckle break over the sounds of the waves. If he had it had been entirely unintentional. Unknown to Vodnik the insecurities of his second ran so deep the midnight creature was completely unaware of them. He had simply accepted that emptiness of the years was what he should live. Statements delivered by his mother had required no more explaination than the hatred and poison that had dripped from her tones for the youngster to believe. There had been none to plant the seeds of doubt in his mind. Other herd members had kept their distance from the cold mare, another blame she placed souly upon her clueless child.

"Jester?" The word slipped from him without any thought. A mere echo of Vodniks words though no amusement hinted through those dark eyes as he studied the giant. But neither did he appear offended. Not confused, or even interested. It was just a simply repetition one might make as they mused over the meaning of such a thing. But he did not even do that. His lurking fears were pressed back down however with that information. Fears he did not want to face that he had. Where else had he ever to call home truly? To even have the desire to think of it as such was something he drew away from.

"Take the boredom whilst it is offered. Anything could be around the corner." A flicker of life flashed briefly through Anonymous' eyes, a faint glimmer of knowing before it was gone again, back to the living statue. From recent experience he spoke. In all the seasons he had passed by alone, not once had he thought this destination (however fleeting it may be) would await him. And would he have turned away if he had known? Another question he could not face. Silent reflection held him as he glanced over his lead, a thought bubbling through the depths as he considered the stallions words again. "You are not used to this life."