Grey's footing is quickly losing ground, the rush of the water reaching up for him from the river. He thinks, for a moment, that he is going to fall in. But, he thinks too, that he has already felt once what it would be like to freeze to death. How different can a frozen funeral be? Perhaps only the drowning part. How ironic it would be for Amaranthus to have saved him from death and sent him here only for him to die anyway. Fate is truly a cruel thing.
It seems, however, that fate has not come for him tonight as he feels the press of a shoulder against his own. His vision is filled with darkness, then, but he realizes its not all shadows, but a body. Another equine, and they are speaking. Snapping out of his thoughts Grey manages to scrabble backwards, further onto level ground. His hooves feel dirt and grass and then the world rights itself and he's no longer falling toward a watery grave. For some reason, nothing in him rejoices at this revelation. Regardless, his white gaze settles on the stranger and regards him cooly.
Even if it weren't dark, he is sure the obsidian of the stranger's coat is so consuming that he would not look wet but for the water dripping off the feathers of his wings and down the length of his legs. “Thank you,” he manages to say, shortly but not entirely unkindly. He knows he would have ended up in the river without the younger man's help, but then again if he didn't go around startling others in the middle of the night then it likely wouldn't have happened. Or maybe it was all the magic's fault, for it had cursed him and left him unable to easily discern between what is real and what is simply shaodws of the night.
A frown deepens on Grey's lips. Perhaps he could at least get some vaulable information from this winged stranger. He still doesn't know where he has ended up, of course, and to be in a new land with such a bane inflicted upon him, he probably should not continue to wander around hoping to stumble into something other than a frigid autumn river. “Can you tell me where it is I am? I have been traveling for some time, trying to locate a place called Novus.” It is, he thinks, has good a place as any to start. He wonders how much longer he will have to journey. From this land to yet another? Hopefully this stranger can point him in the right direction
@Mateo I'm sorry he's not friendlier lol
