Fremden || trompantmasques
An unfamiliar face; Springer’s head peeked out from the stables, looking out to see something… out of place. Sure, whoever it was hadn’t yet entered the fort, but they seemed to be headed that way. For a moment, he just watched–glancing, trying to decipher who exactly he was looking at.
Female? Maybe. Kinda looks like a chick.
He still didn’t know her–and he had been in the Scouting Legion for what felt like no more than a few hours. He had no idea what to do–instead, he decided to turn back to the task at hand.
“This ain’t got nothin’ to do with ya, dude,” Connie muttered to himself, sighing as he changed another pail of water. “Just let onea the old guys handle it.”
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