The light emitting from the sun onto the ocean gave it a sort of sparkling quality—not quite shining, no, but just shimmering slightly. Waves came in and withdrew again, an intoxicating sound, if you were drugged by it enough, and Vladislava felt her eyes shift to the skies. The heavens were the same pink shade they had been earlier when she and her horse arrived, though she could tell some time had passed. The sky was a darker tint now, hinting that the pair had been standing in the water for a while now, and the Russian began considering to head on back to her cozy little forest. Nightfall was sure to come in half and hour or so, and with the sun already dipping behind the rolling hills, she knew it wouldn't be too long until darkness fell over the land like freshly fallen snow. Something about the thought of traveling home in the dead of night didn't appeal to her very much, and she mentally nodded in agreement with herself, and grabbed at Dmitrii's reigns.
Her actions were suddenly halted as a foreign language from afar was picked up in her ears. She turned her head toward her left, green eyes blinking, tail slightly curling in curiosity. What tongue were those words being spoken in? Her hands slowly slid from the Clydesdale's ropes as her head slightly tilted. It wasn't like any of the languages she had heard of. It certainly didn't seem like any European phrases she had picked up, nor any English ones for that matter. Was it a language of the South Americas? Perhaps a Nomad or gypsie was the source of the tongue speaking, but would one really wander this far up North? Then again, it mattered not—as she saw a mare soon come trotting down the beach and a man running after her, Vladislava's eyebrow slowly rose. She assumed the horse was his, but restricted her mind from classifying him beyond that. She would judge only if needed.
And then he spoke to her in a seemingly different language, though this one was a bit more familiar. Not by much, however, as she was only fluent in Russian and English, but it seemed as though his to tongue was from the same general area as the Motherland. "Добрый вечер," she replied, a warm smile reaching her lips. She gradually slipped off of Dmitrii's sadle and into the mid-knee deep water, her dark tail flicking over to the side. She doubted this man knew Russian, so she decided to go a bit more basic. English was the common tongue here, so she would try that instead. "English?" she asked simply, her eyes briefing looking back at her own horse before darting into the male Luperci's again.
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