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Rikka, surprisingly now that she thought of it, hadn't really been around many women since she had come back to these lands. Only her niece, who she hadn't gotten off on the best foot with, her mother, Vieira, and that one wolf she had tried to kiss back in the city. That hadn't worked out as she had hoped. She had met the young girl Amaranth here, but it had been a brief meeting at that. Strelein's rolled eyes at her suggestion, suggested to her that perhaps a lot of women around here weren't of her particular...inclinations. Not that she should really be surprised by that. She couldn't recall many of her ilk from her childhood in the old lands. His words brought a laugh from her stomach though. "Sounds like a good policy to me!" she said, raising her glass to his in a toast.
His snort at her comment made one of her brows raise curiously, but as he spoke again his reaction became more clear. "Perhaps this is the place for family misfits? Maybe that's why Gabe thought this would be a good place for me." It was more a jest than anything. No matter their differences and the rocks in their past, she knew that her brother loved her and only wanted what was best for her. If he had just wanted to cast her off he wouldn't have caringly escorted her the whole way down here. Rikka nodded her head as he explained the origins of his name. "I see. I don't have a great ear for it. I was in France for a small while, when my father moved there, but that's the only part of Europe I've seen." She'd heard of other places of course, but France was the only one she'd see with her own eyes.
"You like it here then? I've only been here a couple months, but I like it so far." If he'd been here a year and was still here it was probably a good place. Strelein didn't seem to the type to stay someplace he didn't like. Rikka had no qualms with him pouring himself more, it was share and share alike in her humble abode. "One and the same. That's where my family lives, the ones that are still here anyway. I thought I might be able to handle it this time around, but man, I was dead wrong." She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, fingers feeling for the scars that marred her arm. "At least I finally learned my lesson," she said with a slight chuckle.
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