Sleipnir often found the city in which he had was far noisier than any battleground. It was smoggy and grey, but it was the diversity that kept him there. The beauty of it all that had him almost constantly going one way to another to observe and learn all he could about the humans that cramped themselves into her streets everyday.
However, when the Stallion wanted peace he oft found it in the depths of a large, hot paper cup of tea from that wonderful place down the street. He also found it what sitting in the park. Since he was doing both on such a frosty day, Sleipnir could not help but smile to himself at the quiet that seemed to envelop him.
How was it that a city so dirty and cramped have such a beautiful park at its center?
A small laugh escaped escaped Sleipnir's lips (an along with it the steam of his hot breath) as he tilted his head back. No one around at all. It seemed humans did not like the cold, though it was no surprising.
After Midgard being the battle ground between the Jotun and the Asgardians for so long perhaps it was instinct that the humans fled to warmer places, avoiding the chilled outside. Sleipnir snorted softly before drinking more of his tea, savoring its taste.
