far from the expected

Liliya Russo · 11-26-2011, 08:26 PM

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Word Count → 500+

How close she was to finding answers to the questions that had plagued her for months, yet she did not know Anann knew so much of at least one person in her bloodline. What had become of her father, Rurik? Was Anatoliy still in the Court? Where was her family? They were the answers she was pursuing when she became an impromptu member of Salsoa. She might have tried to escape the pack – at first, anyway – if it had not been for her mother who had walked right into Eris's hands and been deemed a slave. Liliya stayed to protect her, but now that months had passed, Salsoa had seeded roots into her heart.

The woman paused when she first spoke, making a universal gesture for 'I mean no harm'. Liliya noted it with a bit of silent thanks. Despite the vein of her thoughts, she much preferred it if there was no trouble. Not everyone who came close to Salsoa wanted to start a fight, and there were instances in which people could come and go. Especially, she thought, if she was here to trade. Still, she did don a couple swords, the sight of which Liliya didn't like very much.

It was the weapons she was thinking about when the woman spoke, and Liliya's gray eyes shot up to her face. They narrowed, focusing on the woman's features just as she exclaimed her name, and Liliya realized why she looked familiar. “Anann Kelevra.” The name was a statement, as sure as she was that the sky was blue. Oh, how fate had a funny way of doing this to her.

She couldn't quite tell what that was in Anann's tone. Surprise, of course, but what else? Was she excited? Happy? Or angry? After the mess she'd made Liliya wouldn't be surprised if it was a little bit of everything. She held her ground, letting the woman come over to her in her somewhat authoritative way. She made a face at Anann's questions, but she had plenty of her own, so a moment later the look melted and she conceded, standing neutrally toward the woman.

“I did go back to Rus,” she nodded, her voice heavily accented; though the Russian patois was probably not difficult for Anann's experienced ear to decipher. “I vhent back and got my mother out of that tramp village. We never should have left her there. The-” What was she going to say? She stopped abruptly. She wasn't going to tell Anann – a woman she once feuded with and who was not essentially an outsider to her – that her mother had gone bat shit loony. Anyway, claiming that she had defected from Cour des Miracles to rescue her mother had been a pretty good on the spot improv.

“I have been back with her for only a few months. I have been meaningk to come back to Cour des Miracles for visit but...” How was she going to play this one? “...there was situation, and Mother needed to stay here. They help her. I vhould not leave her again.” That sounded pretty good, and upheld her pride as well.

After a moment of pause she looked to Anann, a strange look on her face. She withheld her dignity while appealing to Anann for news. “And how is the Court? Vhat news of my family? You know it, for sure.” Cut to the chase, that was her way.

Image from Englaender. Table code by the Mentors!

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