@laniare / starter (from a long time ago sorry!!!)
it wasn’t as though carin was interested in talking to the man, but she couldn’t help but stare. his white hair was clearly an outlier in the crowd of multi-colored tresses all styled in a way that distinguished the individual. or didn’t. the assassin didn’t care, she just knew that white hair wasn’t the norm in these parts. usually, those with such hues were escorted by someone imposing and obviously employed to keep them well protected. seems like this one didn’t care, though, and seemed kind of...shifty.
almost as though he wasn’t meant to be around this many people. uh, or, maybe she was staring too hard and should go over and ask him the question she should’ve done two minutes ago instead of glaring at his presence. clearing her throat and swallowing the last bits of anxiety, she approached him after weaving through the ongoing crowd.
“excuse me...” she whispered, hoping that it was loud enough to get his attention. “...are you alone?”
