05-26-2010, 07:31 PM
OOC: I feel sorry for Liliana, Ava is a spoiled Princess.
Avarice understood English quite well, she understood Russian even better. However, German being her native tongue the female refused to speak English. When she had to because of Cercelee or Sly, her English was choppy and broken. A small part of her dug into the ideal hope that her mother would come back for her and would take her home if she remained true to the natural roots that her mother had implanted within her. She would be so happy that one of her children had come back to the lands that she left them. Oh mother, your daughter could not wait to meet you...But oh no...what was mother’s name? Cercelee? Wait eh...No. That was her Aunt/foster mother name. Tisk tisk she would have to do some picking around.
Avarice head lowered as her ears folded back as she looked to the female’s legs with a soft shimmer in her eye. Oh, she was going to love playing this game, slipping easy between the three. Avarice was going to enjoy being the only one that knew what she was saying around here.
Selbstverständlich nicht Ihr zu dummem, recht? Of course not your too stupid, right?
Avarice gave a nod of her head agreeing with her own self as she lifted it back up ”Me, Avarice. You?” It was broken; it was heavy with her German accent in the voice. It was English though.
Avarice understood English quite well, she understood Russian even better. However, German being her native tongue the female refused to speak English. When she had to because of Cercelee or Sly, her English was choppy and broken. A small part of her dug into the ideal hope that her mother would come back for her and would take her home if she remained true to the natural roots that her mother had implanted within her. She would be so happy that one of her children had come back to the lands that she left them. Oh mother, your daughter could not wait to meet you...But oh no...what was mother’s name? Cercelee? Wait eh...No. That was her Aunt/foster mother name. Tisk tisk she would have to do some picking around.
Avarice head lowered as her ears folded back as she looked to the female’s legs with a soft shimmer in her eye. Oh, she was going to love playing this game, slipping easy between the three. Avarice was going to enjoy being the only one that knew what she was saying around here.
Selbstverständlich nicht Ihr zu dummem, recht? Of course not your too stupid, right?
Avarice gave a nod of her head agreeing with her own self as she lifted it back up ”Me, Avarice. You?” It was broken; it was heavy with her German accent in the voice. It was English though.