Mordecai Letto
The question was always the same, at least they had some common ground in that regard. She would always be asked about the white of her skin and he would always be asked why he lived in a brothel, that didn't make it an easier to answer however. "It's better than an orphanage," he answered. He cast a quick, sideways glance at her, a warning not to press the matter, not now, not yet. "It's a long story. And one he didn't like telling at that.
Thankfully she seemed to take the hint and answered his question in return, though she did not care to tell him why the city wasn't a good place for her. Another secret piled on top of the mountain of secrets they were building together.
He snorted at her next question. "Course I know how to use a knife." There was that same indignant tone again, though perhaps not quite as abrasive this time as before. "...or dagger for that matter." Would she get offended again? He decided not to take any chances, "You can give those pointers once we're out of here, it's too dark here."
For a while he trudged on in silence, following her lead. It was only when their surroundings cleared and the lights of the city appeared on the horizon that he spoke up again. Though he would never admit it, he was glad she'd accompanied him back, it was much later and much darker than he would've liked and he had yet to make it past the city gates.
"Are you sure you don't want to go into the city? I can probably get you a hot meal too, an' a place to stay, if you need it?"
Maybe a bowl of soup would persuade her to tell him who she was and why she had been strolling through the marshes.
Thankfully she seemed to take the hint and answered his question in return, though she did not care to tell him why the city wasn't a good place for her. Another secret piled on top of the mountain of secrets they were building together.
He snorted at her next question. "Course I know how to use a knife." There was that same indignant tone again, though perhaps not quite as abrasive this time as before. "...or dagger for that matter." Would she get offended again? He decided not to take any chances, "You can give those pointers once we're out of here, it's too dark here."
For a while he trudged on in silence, following her lead. It was only when their surroundings cleared and the lights of the city appeared on the horizon that he spoke up again. Though he would never admit it, he was glad she'd accompanied him back, it was much later and much darker than he would've liked and he had yet to make it past the city gates.
"Are you sure you don't want to go into the city? I can probably get you a hot meal too, an' a place to stay, if you need it?"
Maybe a bowl of soup would persuade her to tell him who she was and why she had been strolling through the marshes.
