-- Yes dear! Dis can has be end. <3 AWKWARD AS IT IS. 8D
Vasiliy is by me!
The dusky-hued Russian pondered over Levent's statement. He'd never considered before movement would lead to a lack of friendship -- but it had, hadn't it? He'd departed Sobirat'sya, leaving behind friends and family both. He'd left behind Saint Petersburg and the tiny clan he'd run with there, but that had been different. He'd been expecting to keep at least Runa, considering they left together. It hadn't turned out that way, though. The same could be said of his shipmates -- though he'd formed bonds with travel companions and crew both, he'd retained none upon stepping onto land in Freetown. Would the immigrating families he'd spent many nights talking and sharing stories with even recognize him? It was a depressing thought, but he shook it clear of his head rather easily. He was in a place where he could find friendship, and here he looked upon a potential friend.
You have Cercatori d'Arte now, he protested good-naturedly. And friends. He did not know what precisely constituted a friend, but he was certain he could count packmates amongst them. Perhaps picking strawberries together made them friends. The prospect made Vasiliy grin, and he was quick to nab a few from the plant. There were a few brilliantly red ones, and more green and greenish-red -- evidence of a good crop. Sweet is good, he said, lifting a strawberry to his muzzle. His great grandmother had always said it would rot his pretty white teeth out of his head faster, but he'd never minded. But perfect for tempting horse, he added through a small mouthful of the fruit.
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