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Cooking was not something that Zasha had thought about learning. Since she was always on the move, it was not on her top priority list of things to learn. Now that she has decided to settle, it might be of value. She always appreciated another’s cooking. She loved all the flavors she had experienced threw out her journey; she just never took the time to learn one of the things she loved so much. It was a shame really. She would have been able to share a lot of different cultures threw this small task. Not only that, she would love to be able to cook those things for herself and share them with those around her here. In Russia she hadn’t spent much time learning to cook. Her mother never really thought to and she was too busy doing something else to occupy her time. Mostly she hunted and ate raw, still today she did that most of the time. It was easier to chase down her prey and eat it fresh. Her and her brother both loved the activity.
Zasha listen to Liliy speak to Orin. She smiled at Orin and nodded her head in agreement with Liliy. “What about you Orin? Did you and your brother come from around here?” She asked. She turned her head to look at Niro and saw him happily learning to fish with Rurik. It seemed the accident with the fishing pole had been settled. Rurik seemed to be very kind. He didn’t seem the least bit mad that the pole had broken. She guesses that it was she should have expected. He and Liliy had cooked this lovely meal for them. They had shown them how to fish and to cook. How could any expect anything other than kindness from them both?
Her eyes then drifted to the fish liliy was cooking. Again the fish smelled spectacular. She was cooking more slowly so that she and Orin could follow her movements. Zasha made sure to watch carefully but still she made sure to take aware of those around her. She didn’t wasn’t to miss anything that was going on. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to watch Niro and Rurik fish or watch Liliy cook and chat with Orin. It all seemed to be fascinating for her. “It doesn’t seem so hard now that I have paid close attention.” She didn’t take her eyes from the cooking fish while speaking.
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