(--) I am very sorry for the wait. ;___;
Vasiliy is by me!
She was quiet, that was certain. Vasiliy might have felt discomforted by her relative quiet if he hadn't been watching her hands at work over the piece of wood. Something was slowly taking shape out of it, rising from what had certainly once been a brick of raw wood. He was almost afraid to speak, as if it would interrupt her concentration too greatly, as if she might get up and run away at the slightest indication of an unkind word. He would not have been surprised at that. She introduced herself quietly, having turned the piece of wood around in her hands, and he strained to pick up the name, ears pricked forward.
The Russian nodded and smiled toward her, the tips of his pearly white teeth showing against the dark of his lips. Is good to meet you, he said. He wanted to meet everyone of Cercatori d'Arte, after all, and she was one of their many members. Ah, he exclaimed softly, pleasantly surprised by the extension of the carving. Vasiliy held the item gently in his large hands, looking over it with his pale blue eyes. This is... the sun, he said, looking at one side. The other was still too murky for him to make out entirely, but with half of the carving deduced, it wasn't such a stretch to assume the other. And the moon? he asked, handing it back gingerly, afraid to cause any harm to her hard work. Is very fine work. Your hands small, they can make pretty things. He held up his big hands and grinned. Meat-paws no good for anything but big work.
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