Silence is not, by its nature, a bad thing. It balances the world, and without it all song would become a stale and two-bit trifle. But Mr. Grey's silence is a loathsome, anguished one. It fills the air with a stale heaviness that the young pegasus has no taste for. It is the dark sort of silence that wants to strip sound of all its feathers and leave nothing but hollow bones in its wake.
And yet- it is an almost addictive sort of silence, and the boy is unusually quiet as he thinks. He has been presented with next to no information on this man, his origins, or his goals. And his feathers are still a bit wet. He wants to just give up an walk the resst of the way to the court in silence, but eventually his optimism starts to rise through that dark, silty blanket of quiet.
"Best meet with Somnus, then. The sovereign of Dawn. He'll know what to do." His voice deflates a little at this last sentence, and he knows it sounds like a lie. "If he doesn't, maybe you could go to the mountain and ask the gods." This would naturally sound like lunacy to the nonbeliever, but Mateo is devout as they come. There are some things that only the gods know, whether or not you believe in them.
They are (finally!) drawing close to the court and the lanterns on the walls wash the two stallions in a gentle orange light. Mateo is relieved to be here, and he shoots a guilty glance to his sullen grey companion. He feels bad that he's home, with all the relief and comfort that home provides, and Mr. Grey is only just beginning his mysterious and seemingly blind and ill-fated journey.
"Evening Gunther!" Mateo calls to the guard they pass, raising a wing in greeting. He stops once they're behind the tall stone walls, uncertain how far to extend hospitality to the stranger. "We're here." He announces (uselessly) and it almost sounds like a question.
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@Grey <3
