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Sorry, bit on the slow side atm
The Hotel was a great place, to be sure, but the Russo family had decided that it would only serve as a temporary base while they sought out a big enough house for the three family members to enjoy with more than a grain of privacy. They were separated from each other in the Hotel, but it was not nearly as homey as a house would be. Now, a room was between each of the relatives, and they had to share the common kitchen on the ground floor. It was more of a community inside of that place, but still the people did not interact nearly as often as they had back home. It was still divided. If someone did not like another, they could easily ignore them and never face them if they so wished. Back home, you would have to come to terms with the person you were angry with in the family. Theses thoughts always followed the foreigner. Always. Half the time he wanted to make sure his extended family, and his mother, were alright, and the rest of the time he was excited to be here. He would have to make up his mind one day. At least that day was not today.
Anatoliy and Liliya had spent a lot of time together since they had reunited, talking in the dark of night about the family left behind, gossiping about who had entered the family and who had passed out of it. But as the two caught up, they began to act more like siblings, arguing now and then, though it was never quite severe enough to leave one of them in anger or in tears. They had to spend a while apart now, exploring on their own. So, the Russo went seeking for his father, letting his sister enjoy time to herself. He trudged, for that was all he could do with the ground in its present state, through the territory. Every so often he would chance a glance at a house that appeared in good condition and large enough to house three comfortably. Every time it turned out to be in vain, as the insides were more dilapidated than the outside, or actually too small for Anatoliy's needs. Slowly, he stopped searching nearly as well as at the beginning. By now he gave up, but he still felt the need to keep moving and be active.
After a controlled slip down the side of an almost sharp incline, the earthen hued male let off a slight noise of surprise when he looked up. A horse grazed nearby and the new Miracles man gripped a nearby tree trunk in tension. He sent his golden eyes around, looking for the magnificent beast's rider. That animal was not like the draft horses back home, but it was a rather grand creature all the same. Then he set his sights on the owner, sitting in a tree off to the side. Anatoliy avoided approaching from behind the horse, as he knew they had a tendancy to kick whoever startled them from their rear side. "Excuse me, miss? Is that your horse?" his accent was still as thick as ever, though he was sure his pronounciation was improving with every day he spent chattering with Liliya in English as well as Russian.