Steps toward him were made. Benedict turns his neck, seeing a man approach. They were taller, but not by much. He needn't crane to look up at them. Having been too lost in the Market, he hadn't seen the boy leave the other's side. A polite smile slowly crept onto his features, but it did not reach his eyes much. It was small and wondering. What did this one want with him? They did not belong to a stall, for what he could see. So there was no real reason to approach.
“Well met” the golden man states courteously, his head slipping down in a half-bow. It is brief, and he raises his neck once more to stare at the other equine “may I help you with something, sir?” Benedict did not linger around the question for long in his mind. If they didn't need him, why approach? What purpose did they have with him? Perhaps he wanted to be left alone. He wanted to be lost in his own thoughts again. But he was forced to interact with this man, and he did not like to be kept wondering for long.
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“Well met” the golden man states courteously, his head slipping down in a half-bow. It is brief, and he raises his neck once more to stare at the other equine “may I help you with something, sir?” Benedict did not linger around the question for long in his mind. If they didn't need him, why approach? What purpose did they have with him? Perhaps he wanted to be left alone. He wanted to be lost in his own thoughts again. But he was forced to interact with this man, and he did not like to be kept wondering for long.
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