The Confidant's ponderous, meandering walk had been going just fine, when a sudden voice stopped him. Confused, he looked about for the source, finding it easily once she spoke again. Icy blue eyes narrowed as he moved closer, curious. Hey? he offered, looking her over in the pale moonlight. She was small, and he noticed her gaze wander until he closed their distance, and then she was inching away from him. Does she think I'm gunna hit her? he thought, wanting to laugh. He wasn't the type to abuse the slaves, but if she needed work, he could usually find some for them. Tonight, though, his thoughts were too clouded to bother.
Who're you? he asked, before he noticed the bronze ring in her nose. Oh, he mumbled, remembering his pride as he straightened his posture. Denver hadn't planned on making any friends tonight, but he couldn't deny a distraction, especially right now. Y'must be new... What's yer name, girl? he trailed off, considering who she might belong to, wondering if she even did. Her scent revealed little, as he might have guessed. If she had a master, he hoped they were forgiving of her night-time ventures.
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