The quiet remains, somehow clasping itself onto the mare and also silencing her. For a time.
He is enjoying this. This quiet. Time seeming to have stopped as they stood, two statues in the silver light. The epitome of night and day. Not having to speak, not having to do anything but simply be. For a moment.
She pulls him back, all too soon. Reeling him down from the night sky as if by strings, thinner still than fishing line. No he thinks wistfully. A question plays on her lips when he has descended. His blocky head dipping to look at her as she speaks, as it always does when anyone talks but himself. Was she hearing things? He wondered, his ears flickering lightly fluttering around his coarse black mane. But there, it is true, something faintly thuds no more than a whisper."Yes." he confirms, his head swivels to try to train on a source.
Her tone changes, and he is unsure why this brings a sense of foreboding to him. How unsettled he felt, when she spoke so, so uncertain. Words catching in her throat as she tries to lend witness to his opinions on the woods. As if something did not want her to utter any sort of confirmation to his tales.
"I know what you mean. I had a completely different mindset upon my arrival. Now I feel less, driven by myself and driven instead by something else." Something else. He knew very well what drove him forward now. The Chamber. She retreats from the borders, moving in the direction his ears told him that noise was coming from. Eyes look back, a jibe to follow, of course he had to go now. He very well would be a poor captain if he wasn't at the forefront of the search. He plods towards her, thick pillars scraping the earth from its slumber. Shreds of dying grass and leaves leave hint of his wake. Pressing his maw to the earth he inhales, a deep breath, rattling somewhere deep into his diaphragm. When he rises, soot adorns his nares, though he is too far in now to care. The search is on, and he is inclined to inquire further on this mystery. It seemed the lady Queen had yet to share all secrets of this place, though he had not inquired or goaded her so for such gossip. He knew she had far more important things to do than to chew his ear.
As he progressed, the totems drew in ever near, he would have to test his new theory. He is ever so conscious, rolling against the bark,turning through the blackened bows with much more ease. He is pleased, and looks up, looking to see what befell the other half of this two man -er horse platoon.