It was Ebon's turn now, and he stepped forward and gave the pegasus' great clarion neigh -- far more like a trumpet than a horse's neigh; hollow bones are wonderful for resonance -- and swept his wings forward to touch, or almost touch, his alula-hands to her temples before he gave his own speech, in the half-humming, half-whuffling syllables the pegasi made when they spoke aloud, only she could understand what he was saying in silent speech. The words were just as stiff and silly {she was rather relieved to discover} as the ones she'd had to say. He stopped whuffling and added
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Ebon took his turn, stepping up to the pegasus and producing a resounding neigh that resembled a trumpet due to his hollow bones, which enhanced sound resonance. He reached out his wings, almost touching her temples, and began his speech in the unique half-humming, half-whuffling speech of the pegasi. Although it sounded amusingly awkward to the pegasus, she was comforted to realize that his words were just as stiff and silly as her own had been.

This moment highlighted the peculiar yet charming communication style between the characters. Ebon's attempt to convey his message added to the whimsical nature of their interactions, with the silent understanding bridging the differences in their expressions. The shared experience served to strengthen the connection between them, despite the silliness of their words.

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