sever the shame we have come to reclaim.

Rurik Russo · 12-29-2009, 05:45 AM

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Omg, he can't help it. XD Savina is prettyface, so he's all -swoon- PRI'LADY <3 as usual. What a slore he is. >__>

Rurik wondered what would happen if he ever ran into any of his elder children. Would they be angry that they had younger siblings, jealous of the doting father they'd been denied? Such a thing worried Rurik, but he found it was too important to seek them out and let them know he was sorry and he would put his best effort forth to fix what had gone wrong. He wanted them to know their grandparents, their siblings and cousins and all of the family they had back home in Sobirat'sya. Maybe they'd found Thorn, or maybe they knew what happened to him—maybe they weren't even in touch with each other anymore. Such a thought scared Rurik above all else; his children could be separated by many miles and many months of searching.

The sable-furred wolf agreed, and Rurik smiled, his thoughts reflecting still on his own fragmented family. He could have kicked himself for being so dumb in his youth. He nodded proudly when Savina inquired of Cambria, and was about to mention the languages when the Crimson Dreams wolf offered it up herself. He grinned broadly at that and nodded his head. "Yes'm. We traded—she taught me a few words in Italian, I taught her a couple in French," the werewolf said, rather eager to share the story to the girl's mother even if she already knew it. "You have got a right smart girl," he complimented. Another creature might have felt envy for the relationship between mother and daughter after lamenting their own poor parenting, but Rurik was a kind-hearted soul, and jealousy was an extremely rare emotion for him. It did not occur in this situation, anyway.

It was almost disappointing for Rurik to learn that the other was taken, but he ought to have figured that for himself anyway—she did have a pretty young daughter, after all. The silver-furred werewolf was easily bounced back, however, and he feigned exaggerated disappointment, snapping his fingers together and grinning afterward to show he joked. "Figures—the good ones are always taken," he said, brushing it off with a laugh. "Really, though, he is a lucky guy to have such a good woman at his side," he said, more seriously—this was not an attempt to cajole her into a date. He intended it as a compliment, and the smile he offered her was warm and genuine, lacking any of the hints he might have dropped a moment prior.

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