Matteo

It's tough to be a god

There was a certain and undeniable sweetness to the young mares curiosity. In those moments in which that bucket of warm food was summoned readily to his hand her very eyes seemed to widen like so many before her in that clear sense of curiosity. Matteo ao allowing that warm simper to find his lips at her curious features before the bucket of warmed mash and sweetened honey was placed easily upon the ground for his own mount. Darius, in his usual manner, saw fit to pin his ears at the younger Were as if to establish his claim to that bucket. The Frenchman suspecting Calliel had no real intention of pilfering it from him and yet a Were matter was surely for Weres to solve amongst themselves. Calliel, for all her sweetness, content to make Darius aware of her belief in the foolishness of his actions with her own determined squeal and head toss. The pair, thankfully perhaps, were inclined to remain apart and eat in peace. The sudden press of Callie's darkened muzzle to his hip and stomach so prompted that look of surprise to the near ancient-Fae's features. That very gesture near ticklish as that warm chuckle hummed within the depths of his throat. His young companion, it seemed, determined to locate the source of his food producing prowess. Ah, but how his own Aiden had once played that game! Back when the world had still held but some touch of magic for the boy whom had grown into a man so apathetic. Such thoughts, for now, were cast from the Frenchmans mind. Matteo instead content to focus upon his new companion alone. After all, it was not so often he came to find himself in the company of one so young. The Fae inclined to find her agreeable. Enough so as to summon that second bucket of mash, the very kind he had fed to his own horses for century upon century. That sweet smell appealing even to himself!

Whether or not she might desire to try it he hardly knew. Matteo offering her that bucket all the same as he placed it upon the ground, affording her every chance to inspect it at her will. Yet, it would surely be rather insensitive not to offer her that more human food in turn. After all, his own son did not desire to be treated as a cat at all times, by that very notion his new companion might surely appreciate those human choices in turn. It was hardly difficult to summon that plate of salad sandwiches. That freshly made bread still holding its warmth as they appeared upon the plate. Matteo neatly taking one for himself before offering them toward the young mare. Calliel so seemed to ponder that choice for several long moments before deciding upon that far more equestrian option as she wandered toward that bucket before thrusting her nose inside. The sounds of that contended chewing so prompting that simper to the ancient Fae's lips before he moved to place that plate of sandwiches down and lean back agianst the nearest railing of the yards. Ah, but how many times within his terribly long life had he been left alone with just the company of his horses! That very feeling near nostalgic. Matteo so offering those idle words of consideration as he enjoyed that first mouthful of his own snack. The Frenchman so hardly having anticipated to receive any reply from either of those animals. He had become near used to Darius' silence, it seemed, that sudden press of Calliel's mind nothing short of surprising and yet it would appear Calliel herself was so hardly aware of those projected thoughts. The mare continuing to eat as that amusement once more found his features. Matteo merely listening as the young woman seemed to ponder just how to thank him.

Her head was lifted readily from the bucket upon completion of that meal. The mare wandering toward him again only nuzzle at his hair. That curious sensation so prompting that near wrinkling of his features as that easy chuckle found its way to his throat, Matteo reaching upward with his free hand near instinctively to run his fingers across that soft black fur of the mares forward before his hand settled behind her ear to rub at her neck in that ever itchy place beneath her mane. Those accented lyrics offered warmly then.

"You would not be the first horse Mon Amie, to mess up my hair. I think it can be forgiven. As for the sandwiches, you are welcome to them. They did not come from thin air though I fear. Oui, I made them myself, earlier, in my home in France and merely summoned them to myself."

There was surely little harm to be had in explaining his talents to the young woman before him and the nature of just how they might work. That very notion that he smelled pleasing however so readily coaxed that chuckle from him once more, his free hand continuing stroke at her broad neck.

"Ah, but you are not the first Were to tell me of this pleasing scent! I do not know at all what it is but it seems I appeal to the Were race more then others. I have had several vampires speak of my scent too though I think perhaps to them such a scent was more inclined to be appetizing then complimentary."

That wry grin so danced upon his features once more. Matteo, it seemed, wholly capable of finding the humour in near any situation, even one in which those vampiric creatures took delight in contemplating his own suitability as a meal. It was the young mares insistence however that the Fae race so appeared to be the most harmless of the Supernatural species that saw both his eyes lift upward. Ah! But what did they so teach to the youth of today! Sacrebleu!

"These Hunters dislike me for my species, but too, they are designed to be as such. Their species near demands it of them. They struggle to see beyond it as Alexander does, but Alexander has lived far longer than most and overcome even his species instincts. They do not dislike me, for they do not know me, they dislike merely what I am, as I said, but I cannot change that and so their dislike is wasted. Men fear what is different, what they do not know or what they do not understand. I am all these things to them."

And he had so surely suffered all those prejudices before and would no doubt continue to do so in his ever-long life. Such things, for the most part, so hardly bothering to concern him any longer as they once might have in his younger days. The world did not have time for such worries as that. No, not when there were far more important matters to discuss. That easy simper finding his lips once more as his silvered gaze met the equines own.

"But what I wish to know, jeune jument, is why it is so you think my species is the most harmless. Tell me of this thing and why you think it. I am most curious of this answer."