03-03-2010, 02:48 AM
[html]It was a little abnormal for her to be so side tracked, this she was well aware of. Corona often stuck to the plans that she made and carried them out without so much of a care to let anyone else know. Like today, she doubted that any one in particular would note her absence from the territory. Though obviously if she were gone any length of time that was unnecessary, she expected that it would be that in which was noticed. But concerning others had never been a real big issue with her. In all honesty, she doubted today that she would accomplish which she had set out to do — it had been foolish of her to think that she could have ever left and come back free of whatever baggage lingered around.
However, it was the approach of someone else which waylaid any thoughts that she had. For the longest time as the silvery werewolf came up the shoreline, Corona watched him from the corner of her eye, though it was definitely apparent to her after a while that he had no mind to do any harm. His appearance was largely harmless, though there was a certain ring of familiarity about him that suggested she should have known him. Though they had never crossed paths, she unknowingly had heard of him before and in more than one way. He waved, but she didn’t return it.
Instead, she was fascinated with his accent.
“Are you really from Russia, or just east Europe?” Though there were distinctions between Russian and Ukrainian, she wasn’t familiar with them. Corona had placed her stock into the language of her father, which had been German. But she had been to Europe but that didn’t mean much. Accents varied and muddied together there like snow melted into water, though his was much too thick to have been just a temporary ruse. Yet there was just enough of distinction to make her query it all the same.[/html]
However, it was the approach of someone else which waylaid any thoughts that she had. For the longest time as the silvery werewolf came up the shoreline, Corona watched him from the corner of her eye, though it was definitely apparent to her after a while that he had no mind to do any harm. His appearance was largely harmless, though there was a certain ring of familiarity about him that suggested she should have known him. Though they had never crossed paths, she unknowingly had heard of him before and in more than one way. He waved, but she didn’t return it.
Instead, she was fascinated with his accent.
“Are you really from Russia, or just east Europe?” Though there were distinctions between Russian and Ukrainian, she wasn’t familiar with them. Corona had placed her stock into the language of her father, which had been German. But she had been to Europe but that didn’t mean much. Accents varied and muddied together there like snow melted into water, though his was much too thick to have been just a temporary ruse. Yet there was just enough of distinction to make her query it all the same.[/html]