10-16-2009, 07:01 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_sinking.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:232px; padding-left:12px; padding-right:12px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Omfg, I am made of fail. :/ Liliya was less eager than the other two to explore, and truth be told, she was having second thoughts about having come here in the first place. The young woman tried her best to be upbeat, though the journey had certainly worn her patience rather thin, and she was certain her mood would improve once they got settled in and had proper rest and food. The younger woman was not yet used to the world and its roughness, as she'd been rather pampered in the months since Lizaveta's death. Rurik was careful not to show preference, but it was rather clear he liked to dote on his only daughter. Lily was something of a daddy's girl because of it, clearly preferring her mother to her father, though Verusha had never seemed to mind terribly. The young canine watched her brother dart to the edge, and she took a few quick paces forward, not wishing to distance herself too far from either of her family members. Rurik had wandered a little in the opposite direction, calling back to his children. "Aye, could be. Maybe also, a... a... kiosk," he said, the final word spoken in Russian. He could not recall the English term. At this, Lily turned to her brother and gave him a wry grin, rolling her eyes a bit at their father's use of Russian so soon after chastising her for it. "Should we go down there?" Lily asked, still in defiant Russian, though her voice was now certainly low enough to escape even Rurik's sharp hearing. The younger coyote nodded her head toward the lower portion of the station. She preferred for Silas to take initiative and lead her. The elder Russo was busily inspecting the place for anything useful, any tour guides or anything of the sort. He sorely wished that they had landed in the old city; he knew those lands better. Still, they were close enough—Rurik needn't have landed on those burned shores to know nobody lived there anymore. Passing by was enough, and he figured any canines from the old lands would settle in a place most like their own, heading south to avoid being trapped by fire. He made a thoughtful noise beneath his breath, still considering what strange events might have caused such a fire. |