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"Oy, you sure can't wait." That was for sure. Silas hesitated only momentarily at the top of the stairs, before he was seeking out the door from which they had entered. There was no longer any desire to check out all the strange and illusive things in this dank hole in the ground, and Silas’ body longed for a warm place to sleep. One of the human beds would cradle his form perfectly, for he had yet to reach his full height and outgrow their mattresses. "Let’s go!" Silas chimed, forgetting his English behind in his excitement. Wherever they found wouldn’t quite be home, but Silas would take it over the constant rocking of their ship. Even though he loved to be on the sea, he had to admit that the constant swaying had finally started to get to him. It was nice to be back on solid ground again.
The young Russian made his way outside, too eager for wait for his family to catch up. He marveled at how the amount of light outside had changed in their absence, and cast his icy gaze down the crumbling asphalt road. "Which vay?" Silas called out as Liliya and Rurik made their way out as well. Though Silas had seen the symbol drawn on the map, he had been too excited by its prospects to actually concentrate on how to get there.
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