05-26-2010, 07:55 PM
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Marishka was surprised at how comfortable she was growing in the presences of this older stranger, she had never felt at ease around others this easily and her boundaries were dropping way to quickly for her own liking. Normally her open and flirtatious demeanor was all an act, but now? She wasn't quite sure. Pushing back her nervous, untrusting tendencies for a mask of easy going flirtation she chuckled with a smile at Rurik's sappy compliment. “это Marishka, рад встречать Вас, Rurik Russo,” she purred in reply, rolling her r's in the practiced manner of her native tongue.
She moved beside him towards the small fire she had created and the rabbit slowly roasting above it, glancing side long at the man known as Rurik Russo with a regnant interest. Who was this man beside his obvious traits? He spoke her native tongue, was clearly a wanderer—renegade of sorts—at one point or another. Had she met him before when she was still trapped in the clutches of the man she would not name. She desperately hoped not.
Settling herself down beside him on her knees, the heat of the flames just reaching the top of her thighs, she leaned forward and removed the rabbit from the fire as he spoke. The skin had grown crisp and the meat still remained tender and almost raw, heated nicely she placed it on a flat rock beside the embers. Rurik had produced a flask and she let her eyes drift from the metallic decanter to his pale blue eyes with a smirk.
“Как молоко матерей,” she said as she took the flask from him, letting her fingers trail against his before holding it before her. “Приветствия!” She said before taking a swig of the flasks contents, wrinkling her nose as the strong alcohol bathed her tongue and trickled down her throat before returning it to him. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the tingling warmth for a moment, trying to think of how long it had been since she had last enjoyed its biting release.
With a soft sigh she looked down to the rabbit, the heat rising from it fast dissipating. “Хотели бы Вы некоторых?” She asked, taking it by a leg to start pulling it apart, trying to concentrate more on the task then looking over Rurik's silver coated form.
Marishka was surprised at how comfortable she was growing in the presences of this older stranger, she had never felt at ease around others this easily and her boundaries were dropping way to quickly for her own liking. Normally her open and flirtatious demeanor was all an act, but now? She wasn't quite sure. Pushing back her nervous, untrusting tendencies for a mask of easy going flirtation she chuckled with a smile at Rurik's sappy compliment. “это Marishka, рад встречать Вас, Rurik Russo,” she purred in reply, rolling her r's in the practiced manner of her native tongue.
She moved beside him towards the small fire she had created and the rabbit slowly roasting above it, glancing side long at the man known as Rurik Russo with a regnant interest. Who was this man beside his obvious traits? He spoke her native tongue, was clearly a wanderer—renegade of sorts—at one point or another. Had she met him before when she was still trapped in the clutches of the man she would not name. She desperately hoped not.
Settling herself down beside him on her knees, the heat of the flames just reaching the top of her thighs, she leaned forward and removed the rabbit from the fire as he spoke. The skin had grown crisp and the meat still remained tender and almost raw, heated nicely she placed it on a flat rock beside the embers. Rurik had produced a flask and she let her eyes drift from the metallic decanter to his pale blue eyes with a smirk.
“Как молоко матерей,” she said as she took the flask from him, letting her fingers trail against his before holding it before her. “Приветствия!” She said before taking a swig of the flasks contents, wrinkling her nose as the strong alcohol bathed her tongue and trickled down her throat before returning it to him. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the tingling warmth for a moment, trying to think of how long it had been since she had last enjoyed its biting release.
With a soft sigh she looked down to the rabbit, the heat rising from it fast dissipating. “Хотели бы Вы некоторых?” She asked, taking it by a leg to start pulling it apart, trying to concentrate more on the task then looking over Rurik's silver coated form.