H
e was used to this.Equines of various colors, mutations... wherein he was quite regular in features. Benedict's gold metal hair bands clinked as he returned the nod, clacking against each other in a musical note. Ever since coming to Novus, he had grown accustomed to the variety of this world. "Greetings, ma'am" he says in deep baritone, though quiet all the same. It reached her, he was sure of it.
The man's head rose, staring at her. He had always been taught to not break eye-contact unless bowing or giving a nod. His eyes were soft emeralds as he waited a response of some sort. She seemed the quiet type; he did not mind. Many women in his homeland were dainty, withdrawn... all to submit to their men. He didn't, and never would, like it. But natural quietness...
She also seemed friendly. There was no threat radiating from the woman. Her smile did not falter, and he detected no malicious intent. "Is there anything' I can do for you?" he asked politely, wondering if she approached due to some need or request. Benedict hadn't made any waves in Dusk. He was quietly unknown so far. He preferred it like this until he got his barings.
