Chapter 6: Confuse the Companion
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Oz got up to put his guitar back in his room. Also to apply slight security measures in case of the 'girl man'.
"Hello." Oz looked up to see an elegantly dressed beautiful woman descending the stairs. "Are you one of our new passengers?"
Oz nodded.
"Welcome aboard. I'm Inara." Inara held out her hand daintily.
"Oz." He gently shook her hand.
"What awaits you in White Marsh, business or pleasure?" Inara asked.
Oz shrugged, "Just traveling."
"On your own?" Inara wondered. Oz nodded again. "What a beautiful instrument." Inara said looking at the guitar in the boy's grip. "May I see it?" Oz held out one of his oldest possessions for her to see. "I do not recognize this model, what is it called?" Inara asked running a hand lightly over the strings.
"Guitar."
"Were you playing it out here?" Inara smiled slightly.
"Yes," Oz nodded his head toward the infirmary, "for River."
"Yes that child is always dancing. It must have been nice for her to have something to dance to." She said.
"I'm going to put this away." Oz said before turning to walk away.
"Interesting boy." Inara murmured. 'I must be losing my touch. His gaze never once strayed to my chest. He never stumbled with his words or fidgeted nervously.' She paused to think on his green hair and black painted fingernails, 'Or he's gay.'