The gears and wheels were turning within his head all right but even Ezriel could hear them screech and solace as a slight jolt of panic seemed to wash over him and leave him with discomfort and a need to return back to his siblings, to his mother, and to Glamrock. His void-less orbs of purest black glanced upwards towards the filly as he bit his lip. Words tried to come from his maw as he sought for something to say, anything to say even, yet nothing came.
As it grew later within the night that bitter cold caressed against him and he repressed a shiver and simply stood there. His spaded-spiked tail swayed restlessly behind him as a cloven hoof pawed at the ground. That desire to retire home and to sleep was becoming stronger and his eyelids were growing heavier and heavier.
Ezriel leveled his eyes with his strange new friend and gave a small nod of his head. "It's getting late and I don't want to worry my mom or Glamrock. I never like making them worry or being scared," he commented, keeping somewhat reserved yet his voice seemed to hold off the worry of running into something or someone so late at night. That was the last thing he wanted! As the filly continued to speak, the young colt gave a simply shrug of his shoulders and managed to display a small smile.
"Don't worry about it- lucky I found you and could help." With that he gave a nod of his head.
"I'll be okay. You...take care, Tal," he stumbled as his ears flicked and the small colt began to meander back upon the lone, desolate path which he had came. Slowly the ghostly colt began fading into the shadows until he could no longer be seen.
