At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.
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Posted on April 27, 2013 at 08:43:50 PM by Yonna
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‘I am Ivan Braginski, but you shall call me Russia.’ My eyes crumple in puzzlement, my brow furrowing in attempt to comprehend the situation. Why does he not desire to be called Ivan? I possess no affection for my own name but I will not change it or hide it. It is the name bestowed upon me. The name my mother had chosen. The name I was intended to be called by. I attempt to forget the words and the rather ordering tone of voice he had chosen and focus on his present words. My optics follow his head, his head looks up gradually. I offer – what I hope is – a supportive smile. My audettes listen to his next words; ‘Прости. That was no way to introduce myself, especially to a lady like yourself. Call me Russia.’ He apologises and I smile and nod. I am slightly concerned by the flirtatious hint in his voice but I say nothing. “Do not trouble yourself Iv- Russia.” Despite these words, he stands on his extensive limbs and bows deep until his nose is chilled by the snow. “As I said before, Russia, do not trouble yourself. I was not offended.” My tone is gentle but robust. “Well, Ivan, tell me about yourself.” I venture, “Do you belong to a pack?” It may be an unusual question to enquire about someone but I do not easily develop in conversations. It was a start, I suppose. Perhaps it will become easier once I get to know him… It is not that I am antisocial, I love sharing things in the company of familiar wolves but I find it difficult to talk to most wolves. My optics turns to the sky where snowflakes continue to float down towards the ground. I long to express more of myself, to ramble on like so many wolves are capable of, but I cannot… I sigh and turn my direction back to the eccentric brute in front of me. |
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- Become one with Russia, да? - By Ivan Braginski April 27, 2013 at 10:02:56 PM
&& i'll spread my wings and become a dove - By Yonna April 28, 2013 at 02:13:56 PM
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