At the end of her short tale, the Nomad had words wise beyond her age—supposing she wasn't all that old, of course. The words X'yrin spoke kept Vladislava thinking, thinking about how true what she had said had been. The way she told the Russian of her kind was intriguing. It made her wonder if the Issor herself had also left her homelands in search of something better for herself, and this made the dark wolfess smile. It was always nice to have those like herself nearby if she ever need someone to relate to, and now, she had the alpha of the Sangi'lak pack as her friend, or at the very least an acquaintance. She took a liking to the tawny wolf. X'yrin seemed to understand what Vlad went through very well, and it was increasingly difficult to find such people nowadays. Aside from a few faces she had met before now, this woman was the only one that actually understood her.
The only other person that really could relate to her was one she had left behind—her youngest sibling, Nikolai. Out of all of her family, Vladislava enjoyed spending time with him more than the rest. There was something about him that was different. It was so special, and the heiress respected it greatly. In fact she had often taken him to her parents to exclaim how intelligent and grand he was, and how he could come up with the smartest of things, and although the young boy liked being praised by his older sister, he also equally resented it. Of the six children he liked to spend more time alone, and Vlad knew this. She would try to leave him be when he either requested it verbally or through body language, but she also tried to pester him to come and be with her when she could. She loved Nikolai more then anything in the world, and he knew it. He knew her so well, all her secrets, all her opinions, all her life's stories, and he was the only one Vladislava told when she had planned to leave Russia.
Her ears pricked up as her train of thoughts crashed back into reality, and she heard more words come from the other female's mouth. Vladislava's smile widened at this, and she nodded, looking to her Clydesdale steed. "Да, that would be wonderful," she replied, her tail gently wagging. Dmitrii whickered, bucking his head up as his eyes darted over to the Issor. The Russian heiress chuckled softly at this, patting the horse's neck, and soon turned to the pack woman once more, sea green eyes asking for instructions for what to do first.
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