Leo cracked another smile and held up a hand in ‘swearing’ to keep their little trespassing secret from this Spear company - whoever they were. They warranted investigation, of course, from the things he had heard in idle passing throughout town about them. Some of the townsfolk’s remarks about the beliefs Spear supposedly held were admittedly interesting. As the man danced around the topic of Leo being up on the snowy trails, the man could only chuckle somewhat dryly.
“Well, I mean… you move into a new town and you hear some crazy stories about the mountains….? Who wouldn’t be at least a little curious to find out more about their new home? I can protect myself though.” He remarked as casually as he could manage. The added pressure about the danger of the area had Leo looking around them for a brief moment. “Seems pretty safe to me… no bears or mountain lions hiding in the snow…” He trailed off.
“Really?” He questioned. “I guess I can get that. I’ve never really thought about how much longer and time-consuming the process of painting is. Once I get started it’s pretty easy to just let everything else fall away and lose track of time.” He shrugged his shoulders and shivered lightly from the cold before stepping forward slightly with an outstretched hand. “I’m Aurelio, by the way. Though, I usually go by Leo - less chance of people butchering the pronunciation somehow… it’s a simple name, but people can be… creative.” He joked lightly.
The angel laughs, “Maybe that’s why there are so many stories of missing folks from these mountains.” People were curious, he couldn’t fault them for that, they were made that way it seemed and he was too or rather he once was. Over the eons people had gotten less exciting more predictable but there was always those rare moments when people surprised him. Those were the reason why he stayed among humanity rather going back to Heaven. “If they’re hiding how do you know?” He points out looking around, he could sense a number of wildlife but it seemed they kept a wide birth from Lucifer’s cage.
Time was a fickle thing, it went by so quickly for some and dragged for others, there were times for Gabe when he merely blinked and humanity shifted from wars to peace and back again and then there were times when it seemed linger. He had the ability to instantly go anywhere on the planet he wishes, speak any language of the men and women he came across making the planet seem smaller to him than it ever would to humans or even supernaturals with mortal lives.
Gabe eyes the hand of the other before taking it, “Gabriel, thought many do call me Gabe. I don’t think its for how complex my name is but rather quicken the pace.” He smiles amused, “People should practice their tongue work, Aurelio.” He notes with a soft chuckle, some of his siblings hated to shorten their God given name but God created nicknames did he not? “I admire artists, such a God given gift.” If he had to say he would think God was a painter of a sort, certainly an artist to come up with the things around the world. Angels weren’t as creative as humans, they could copy works of art with perfection but the creativity needed to come up with something completely new, angels weren’t made with.