When Mateo attempts to bring up a conversation again, he is apalled at the man's rude dismissal of the gods. The black was a man of god and those words hurt as surely as a kick to the stomach. He stops walking and stands in shocked silence. A blessing, no doubt, to the man of ice. His cheeks flush with a rare surge of anger.
"I will find my way from here," the grey stallion mutters, and without a goodbye he shoulders off down the dimly lit streets.
Mateo frowns, wrestling internally with the impossibility of helping someone who does not want to be helped. It is not a situation he's ever been in before. He briefly follows the icy man, far enough behind to not be noticed, stopping when he reaches Tilly's tavern. It doesn't feel right to let the stranger go off on his own into an unfamiliar place... but it is cold out, and his wings are still wet, and Mr. Grey clearly doesn't want his help, much less his company.
With a shrug and a sigh he turns and steps into the tavern. Someone yells a greeting at him from across the room and he grins before retorting cheekily. The world is once again warm and familiar and friendly. And dry. The golden boy is once again in his place, and as the night wears on his worry will slowly melt away.
By the time he falls asleep, his encounter with the grey man will seem as far away as a story read in a book.
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@Grey ahhh poor grey ;_;
