Mordecai Letto
"Well they're wrong," he sniped back, "and I'm not a kid.". She wasn't the first or last to make the mistake of poking his touchy pride by throwing him in with mewling infants that couldn't fend for themselves to save their lives. Most of the city kids were spoiled brats, stuffing their faces with food they had not earned and who were brought to tears by the slightest inconvenience. He was not like them and the mere insinuation made him clench his jaw.
"You didn't answer my question," he observed pointedly. "No one in their right mind goes to the marshes for a lousy stroll." It didn't occur to him that he was betraying himself more than he was exposing her.
She was not a girl, he determined. Tall-wise and broad-wise she could've passed for one, but it was the face that gave her away. More mystifying was her skin, he'd never seen anyone so pale before. Perhaps that was why she was out here. Perhaps she was sick or dying or cast from the city. What if she was contagious?
There was only one way to find out.
"Why do you look so pale?". Simple. Direct. To the point. Rude by some standards, but he couldn't care less. "Did the crows scare you?" he finished with an indignant huff.
"You didn't answer my question," he observed pointedly. "No one in their right mind goes to the marshes for a lousy stroll." It didn't occur to him that he was betraying himself more than he was exposing her.
She was not a girl, he determined. Tall-wise and broad-wise she could've passed for one, but it was the face that gave her away. More mystifying was her skin, he'd never seen anyone so pale before. Perhaps that was why she was out here. Perhaps she was sick or dying or cast from the city. What if she was contagious?
There was only one way to find out.
"Why do you look so pale?". Simple. Direct. To the point. Rude by some standards, but he couldn't care less. "Did the crows scare you?" he finished with an indignant huff.
