10-10-2012, 12:03 AM
((Mine feels pretty bad. Bleurgh, sorry.))
Null and Rurik were out on their customary wanderings around the Thistle Kingdom, conversing between themselves. The air was brisk, but not yet uncomfortably cold, and Rurik had spent some time that morning up to his waist in water to catch fish with his hands, plunging into the water like a bear to scoop them out. They had shared his catch, and now that their bellies were full they found themselves without anything to do. Perhaps there was some business within the pack that they could assist with?
As they made their way deeper into the packlands, Rurik spotted a red-gold canine besides a white pup, presumably a father and his son. He pointed the strangers out to Null, who nodded. They heard some of the conversation between the two as they approached-- the father was teaching his son about a set of gods. суеверной ерунды. Rurik rumbled under his breath. Null wasn't fluent enough in Russian to understand his words, but she knew that tone-- Rurik was always very snide about spiritual or superstitious beliefs. Hush. She commanded, hoping he had been too quiet to hear. He at least had the grace to look apologetic at the chastisement.
Null fixed on a friendly, good natured smile. Hello! Teaching your boy about your gods? They were walking this way any, she figured that she might as well make small talk.
Null and Rurik were out on their customary wanderings around the Thistle Kingdom, conversing between themselves. The air was brisk, but not yet uncomfortably cold, and Rurik had spent some time that morning up to his waist in water to catch fish with his hands, plunging into the water like a bear to scoop them out. They had shared his catch, and now that their bellies were full they found themselves without anything to do. Perhaps there was some business within the pack that they could assist with?
As they made their way deeper into the packlands, Rurik spotted a red-gold canine besides a white pup, presumably a father and his son. He pointed the strangers out to Null, who nodded. They heard some of the conversation between the two as they approached-- the father was teaching his son about a set of gods. суеверной ерунды. Rurik rumbled under his breath. Null wasn't fluent enough in Russian to understand his words, but she knew that tone-- Rurik was always very snide about spiritual or superstitious beliefs. Hush. She commanded, hoping he had been too quiet to hear. He at least had the grace to look apologetic at the chastisement.
Null fixed on a friendly, good natured smile. Hello! Teaching your boy about your gods? They were walking this way any, she figured that she might as well make small talk.