even after they have been stepped on
It seems so sudden - the way the stallion drains the last of his tea and then stands. Ipomoea had only just begun to relax in the conversation, to inquire about the other stallion’s life and person - and now it was ending.
“The pleasure was all mine,” he stammers instinctively in response, watching Sol head towards the door. ”Stay warm out there.”
A breath of snowy air fills the tavern when Sol opens the door, the white landscape beyond stark against the warmth of the building. Then the door closes again, and the tavern seems all the louder because of it. He takes another sip of his own drink and cringes.
”Not to your liking?” He turns to see the bartender beside him again, and smiles apologetically. ”Is it that obvious?”
The dark haired man behind the counter only laughs and takes away the glass. ”I’ll get you a few samples,” he says, and by the time he places the first darkly colored brew before him, Ipomoea can almost forget how out of place the tavern had made him feel.
@Sol Bestiam
