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Silas Agata · 05-14-2010, 01:10 PM

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Grasping firmly to the branches, Silas leaned, watching as Halo finally made her way down to the bottom of the tree and her paws left trailing marks in the snow of where she had been. All was silent for a moment, aside from the low whistle of the wind and the soft sounds of their releasing breath as his cool blue gaze focused on her crown of auburn hair. He waited silently, hoping again to see those fiery ruby eyes on him and hear that voice again. Would it bring good news?

And then, she turned and her voice permeated the silence. A smooth line broke the seriousness in his features at the sound of promise. The mansion was big enough to take in one more, even if it were for only one night. Relief setting in, he began to descend after Halo, careful not to rush and make a devastating slip. "Zhat vould be vonderful," he told her, halfway done the tree already. Once he came close enough to the ground below, Silas merely released his grip from the rough bark and jumped down to the snowy covered ground below. He smirked at her, wondering if this was just his youthfulness shining through or if he really was in fact trying to impress her somehow. The snow underfoot added a new awareness to the weather, and Silas was glad that they had decided to conclude their stay in the tree. In fact, he was rather pleased that Halo had extended the invitation to come inside the mansion for the night, as Silas really wasn’t looking forward to a night in the fresh snow fall. "Let’s go," the young Russian offered with a smile, before setting off in D’Neville’s direction, the light crunching of snow underfoot rising into the air.

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