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A soft chuckle emitted from the Hydra, and Silas let himself steal a sideways glance. For a moment, the breeze around them tussled the auburn hair framing her face just slightly as a glimmer of amusement touched her features. There was a quickening in his veins he couldn’t explain as a small smile crept over his features, spreading and enveloping his frame – there was a pure sense of satisfaction in the boy. He had glimpsed a rare moment when perhaps someone’s true face shines through and the Russian was convinced that he had seen the beauty within Halo, not just her more than pleasing aesthetics.
The question took Silas by surprise and his ears feel slightly as he considered how to explain it. Russia was a long ways from where Halifax was – literally half way around the world! There were human names given to different locations of the earth and Silas wasn’t sure if they would mean anything to Halo. Europe, for example, was only something Silas was aware of because of his travel through it in order to trek across the North Atlantic. The slightest frown caught him for a moment, but he figured he’d try his best anyways to explain. "Eet ees very far from here." He considered the long journey that he and his small family had made in order to dock their ship in Halifax’s harbor. "You must cross zhe ocean a very very far vay. Zhere ees place called Europe – past zhat ees vhere Russia ees." In fact, Silas himself would have probably been very surprised and enlightened to see a map of the world and to know just how far he had exactly traveled.
"Zhanks," he chimed, feeling a bloom of rose beneath the fur along his cheek bones. He hadn’t quite expected that comment from Halo and was slightly put off by it. For a moment, he was unsure of how to respond. Silas had just assumed that those he talked to would be irritated by his accent, since it seemed that change for most is hard to accept. The unlikely compliment put the boy on high and he could already tell that his mood was feeling lighter and lighter. "Have you ever been far?" Maybe she had been born somewhere else and traveled to Nova Scotia similarly to how Silas had, but he had automatically assumed that most of the people living here were either born here or someplace not far off.
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