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Location: Thornbury, CdA Date: 09 Sept* *Foredated Weather: Drizzly Time: Afternoon |
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Vasiliy is by me!
Vasiliy had fretted for some time over this. He was not good at giving gifts -- especially not to a woman he hardly knew. But the dark-hued wolf felt he owed a debt to Hotaru, who had been the first to help him with his home. Now that the home was finished, the nagging sensation that he ought to repay her in kind grew and grew, until it was too much to ignore. So it was that the stone-hued wolf found himself staring down at his meager possessions, spread around like so much junk. There was the alcohol -- but did one make such a gift to a lady? He thought not. The plant, too, was a gift in kind, and perhaps not suited for her. In the end, Vasiliy decided he had nothing to offer but his company and, perhaps his labor -- if she found herself in need of a favor.
The dark-hued wolf was nervous as he made his way toward the woman's home. The village was not so large that he got lost easily, and he located it by scent soon enough. He loitered for a moment, composing himself. He was absolutely certain he'd screw it up in some manner or another -- such was his lot in life. Swallowing his nervousness, the wolf strode toward Hotaru's home and put on a smile. As he was not keen on the concept of knocking, he called to her instead. Allo? Hotaru? Luckily, his voice was deep, and naturally loud of volume.
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