Cisse & Connor & Open
They actually came in at another major roadway from the wagons, but it wasn't long before they were mixed into the stream of travelers seeking to find accommodations in town. Connor was rather glad, in a lot of ways. They were less conspicuous--but that didn't mean they were not still given quite a few looks, or quick ones that were then hurriedly averted with raised chins.
He expected it in cities like this, but it still didn't make him feel any more at peace. Being a mixed heritage, people were sometimes not giving him looks because of his darker skin, but were simply trying to figure out what in the blazes caused his odd mix of pigment. (At least, he figured that was why the women stared at him with such seeming curiosity.) Being part Asian and African with light hair and eyes gave him a unique look.
He was also in the company of an obvious full-blooded native girl, who was currently riding the small paint he was guiding about carefully. The horse was not familiar with city sounds, and was rightly nervous. Connor looked to Cissie with a small helpless gesture. "This place has grown immensely since the last time I was through."