slowalaine strikes again. working up to Siri suggesting she go to freetown with larkspur in this post c: ; 3+
It seemed that, by the calling of her name and being, the girl was able to pull together her scraps of dignity. One dark brow-spot rose in amusement as her shoulders straightened, auburn tresses matted with filth falling more neatly about her face now. She was a pretty thing, indeed - Or, she would be, after bathing. His ebony nose wrinkled once more, before returning to a handsome facade.
She spoke once more, in reply to his comment about her delightful accent, and large coyote ears tilted forward in an interest that did not have to be faked. Sirius was a well-traveled man, and prided himself on knowing as much as possible about many placed around the world. He had studied some, while acting the wastrel in London, and although the title of her home meant nothing to him, Russia did. Impressed in spite of himself, the Revlis man made a thoughtful humming sound deep in his throat, narrowed pupils observing her closer still.
The girl seemed to grow more confident as she spoke, and although it took him a moment to tune in to the rusty pleasure of her voice, Sirius was quick to understand her. His predatorial gaze followed the wayward gesture of her hand to the building yonder - A decrepit, withering man-made thing that had no use but for all its parts - before returning mildly back to her. The girl's features were animated, invigorated by the words she spoke; Clearly, this task was a matter of some pride to her.
Another thoughtful purr escaped him, one hand lifting for cream fingers to stroke the dark tuft on his chin as the King considered Liliya's information. A dock would be a most handy addition to Salsola's various useful landmarks - He knew of the little island offshore and its apparent wealth in mushrooms from Eris, having never swum the tedious distance himself. A boat would make for much easier movement of cargo, there, as well as allowing for better fishing. The gentle growl in his throat oozed out into words, a voice so charming and yet so wicked that it could persuade a great many minds to do its bidding. "Very well, then, Liliya. You do Salsola a good service, by making these things," His hungry eyes lingered on her pretty, filthy face. "I wish to reward you for your efforts. What might make this work easier? Some more hands? A beast to pull the wood?" He could offer her a slave, or perhaps a horse. Winter was coming soon, and it was in the monarch's best interests to have this girl's task finished by then.
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