nders was however good at making smalltalk. For the rest of the walk he told The Comte about his last job, working in a fishery and how he had enjoyed being on the sea. Various stories followed, some about sailors Ander's had met and one about a ship he had seen lumber into the harbor mostly destroyed. He was interesting for a commoner and had traveled a great deal, going as far as to point out that he no longer remembered the name of where he was from and that he probably couldn't find his way back there if he wanted to. Hours passed until they came up to the small tavern and The Comte stopped. He handed the reins of his horse to Anders, leaving for a short time before returning. When he returned he informed her that she needed to feed and water the horse. As well as unsaddle and brush down the creature. Anders looked over at the horse and raised her brows. She had always loved the horses they had, had on the farm. However it had been a very long time since she had taken care of one. Regardless she nodded and said. "No …show more content…
Beginning the job of brushing it down, Anders was interrupted by a young girl watching. "Hello." she called to Anders, who blinked at her a couple of times before looking around. "Good day..." she replied when she finally realized that there was no one else the girl was talking to. The girl was pretty young, only around fourteen or so. Anders had already been Anders by that age and so the smile of the girl and the way she swung on the fence she was watching 'him' from, confused Anders. "You're lovely looking." she pointed out then. It was true. Anders was unusual looking in a exotic way. He had pale skin that had only been tanned a little bit from all her time in the sun. Her hair pale blonde and had only been bleached to a near white from the same time in the sum. "Uh... thanks..." Anders replied, keeping her attention on the