[color=gray][indent][right][h1][color=9d362f]Zeltzin Sandoval[/color][/h1][/right][right][sub][hr][color=9d362f]Mentions:[/color] [@Punished GN](Jasmine/Jennifer)  [color=9d362f]Location:[/color] Webb Family Coffee House[/sub][/right][hr]
[/indent][indent]Zeltzin was completely content to listen and listen only. But of course, this group was the sociable type. She should've guessed one of 'em would pester her for her story as well. The one of 'em in question, Jasmine, at least came at her with some space. Not one of the types to deafen you with a welcome while crowding you with a hug or a handshake. Instead she offered the type of query to suggest that she was more concerned with the quiet stranger. Which was fair enough.

Zeltzin's eyes shifted over slowly to meet Jasmine's, a shift relaxed as such that one could surmise she felt no hardfast obligation to explain herself to anyone.

But, she [i]was[/i] tagging along with these people, afterall. She didn't want to make finding out info on Eleanor any harder on herself - and the request wasn't hard to fulfill. So she would indulge her questioner. [color=9d362f]"I'm Zeltzin."[/color] She said in a regular, lowish tone. Her own accent was noticeable, though moderate, but easily understandable by most. [color=9d362f]"Eleanor was my partner."[/color] She offered as she held Jasmine's gaze, her eyes resting unanimated, just.. looking, with little clear intent behind them. She paused before she turned her head to the side lightly, breaking eye contact only as she spoke next. [color=9d362f]"Romantically."[/color] She clenched her jaw at that, the muscles flexing visibly as she did.

She felt a well of frustration start to heat up as she spoke of her relation with Eleanor, and took a moment to try and let that chill out, trying her best to not let every muscle in her tense up at the thoughts such conversation stirred. Instead she vaguely listened to explanations of the others - though it did little to calm her.

Admittedly, what Jen was speaking was at least somewhat interesting. Mary-Louise, the death-swamp, etc. Hopefully, with any measure of reasonable prophecy, none of them would have to go trudging around in the swamp. Out of the lot of them, she [i]really[/i] liked her chances the most out there - but gators and snakes and shit weren't the best friends to make this far from real civilization nonetheless.

Zeltzin turned her gaze towards Jenny and waited a short moment for the right time to interject. [color=9d362f]"Assumin' we ain't bringin' 'Mary-Louise' our whole [i]circo[/i], I can go. I'm good at questions."[/color] She offered. In reality, she found it unlikely they'd send her alone due to the size of their group, but a girl could hope.

She wasn't entirely certain how to feel about [i]extracting answers[/i] from who she assumed was the equivalent of Eleanor's [i]real[/i] mother or grandmother or something like that -- but in honesty, a little pain for some apparently rich ex-slave owners would be worth the closure for so many others. Though hopefully that was just an avenue of escalation and not something that anybody thought really necessary. Even if it was what her mind immediately jumped to..

Her gaze shifted around to who she might subjected to as company. A few seemed chill, but some others.. much too animated, probably.
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