Open to anyone. Halifax.
As he flopped down onto one of the beds, the musty smell of this entire place seemed to increase tenfold. He gathered the fabric of the comforter in a fist and brought it to his muzzle. Yup, it was definitely the fabric. Features contorting in mild disgust, Silas released the handful of fabric before rolling onto his back and staring up towards the ceiling. The sun was filtering in between the horizontal slats of the shades, though more permeated some places due to broken off blinds. It was still early in the day – only late morning at best. Silas had already been up and about, and had done some exploring in the city. He returned home after an hour or so, content on just relaxing or possibly even sneaking a nap. He knew he should be out exploring the areas beyond the city, but he just hadn’t brought himself to wander too far yet. There was far too much the city held that Silas had yet to discover.
The door to his room squeaked open, and the Russian boy looked up half expecting to see Rurik or Lily standing in the doorway. When no one was there, he let his head fall back to the sheets. "Whatever," he mumbled to himself in native tongue, figuring it was Lily who had stopped by, only to decide she didn’t feel like seeing Silas. She sure was acting weird lately. It was obvious she didn’t want to be here. Silas loved her to death, but had started to wonder if maybe it would have been better to just leave her at home with Verusha and Anatoliy.
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