Tezca stood for a momet, his face void of emotion. "Which way are we headed cousin?" He asked, his tone unchanging from it's sharp, clipped tone. He wasn't angry with Copernicus, it was just how he talked. He had always assumed other judged him for a monster. Well if they wanted a monster, they got a monster. His only friend and companion was the snake coiled around his arm, his beloved Quezacoatl.
Besides answering questions his cousin directed to him, Tezca was a rather quiet type. He really only spoke to Queza, but that communication didn't need to be verbal.
