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 Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 7:29 pm
Dasha stared at him as he spoke, finding herself wrapped up in his story.
"Well," she said after considering it for a moment. "Your family life must be interesting. Sounds rather busy at your home."
She reflected on her own experience with her family for a moment. She couldn't imagine living with so many siblings, especially ones who weren't related to her. She couldn't help but wonder what it was like for him...growing up with them and without his mother.
She turned and looked him straight in the eyes, past his glasses.
"Do you like it? Living with all of them?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 3:54 am
Flint couldn't help but smile. He couldn't hep but find her curiosity amusing.
"Its nice. William and I get along well. He's coming of age soon but I don't think he'll be leaving until his sister gets old enough to live on her own. With all these people my life is never really boring. Plus we always move about so we're bound to gain new people on our little band wagon."
He chuckled lightly.
"Without William I wouldn't know German as well as I do now. He still beats the crap out of me if I pronounce something wrong."
He paused, wincing slightly as he thought about the last beating.
"He really doesn't hold back much. Doesn't help that I eg him on though...."
He gave a shrug and looked up to Dasha, smiling gently.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 5:33 pm
Dasha stared at Flint as he spoke, paying full attention to his words. She nodded when he was finished speaking, looking away.
"Mm, Немецкий, интересно," she muttered. She then looked back up to him with a very slight hint at a smile.
"Are you done here?" she asked, glancing to the baker then back at Flint.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 6:01 pm
"Да, интересно. Странно почти."
He paused and thought to himself.
"Да. We can leave. I'm good to go."
Flint, holding both the flower and bread carefully, turned to the door and walked towards it.
"Where to next?" he inquired.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 6:45 pm
Dasha stared up at Flint, a smile playing at the edge of her painted lips. He spoke Russian too.
She nodded her head after getting over the fact that he spoke and apparently understood her native tongue.
"Um, there is the butcher, the blacksmith, the erm...general marketplace where they sell many things of different assortments...." she said as she pushed her way out the door. "The butcher is the closest. It's a few buildings down."
She paused as she got outside, the chill air nipping at her skin once more. She looked over across the beaten path that was the road. She could see a freshly skinned and gutted animal hanging outside of the butcher. She winced slightly, seeing it. The butcher was one shop that she didn't go into unless she had to.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 12:52 pm
"I'm not one to stare at meat all day. We can pass that one if you wish. The Blacksmith is interesting but William might be there and I'm not too fond of seeing him right now. The Market Place sounds nice. Its not too far is it?"
Flint never really paid attention to his accent, nor the language he spoke in. It had long ago become a habit to simply reply in whatever was spoken to him. He was, in sorts, a melting pot of knowledge. There wasn't much that he didn't know about people. Predicting what they would do or say was easy for they often showed it in their face or eyes. Perhaps a slight gesture even. Being perceptive and quick to blend in, he would often either be the backdrop to a person's life or the person that everyone strayed from.
He gave a slight sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't want to go home, not yet. He wanted the sun to dip down over the horizon and the clouds to become so heavy with water that it would spill over upon him. Wash him of his stress.
Oh, what a joyous idea! Rain! It brought such glorious wonders. He could already feel the cool liquid sliding down his neck and chest, his hair clinging to itself and his face.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:25 pm
((I don't know if you meant figurative rain or actual rain, so I won't reply to that...))
Dasha glanced up at his face for a short moment before moving on ahead.
"Nothing in this town is far," she replied as she began walking down the street again. She was glad he hadn't insisted on going to the butcher's. It wasn't that she was squeamish, she just didn't enjoy seeing raw meat that was still in the form of the animal it came from. She was much more used to cooked meat that people ate at the restaurant that she worked at most days. This day, she was off, though.
"That marketplace is a bit farther than the other things, though. It's on the other side...." she muttered as she walked.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:30 pm
"I could use the exercise," he said with a sigh, a smirk gracing his lips.
"Though, the same couldn't be said about you..... Forget I said that."
He looked off into the distance, his attention attracted by something down the road.
"Do you have a flower shop? I've found that most small cities do. Its almost a must. "
He paused in thought and looked back to her, a quizzical look on his face.
"Forgive my prying but do flowers have a overwhelming smell to you?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:39 pm
Dasha turned to look at Flint at his comment but only for a short moment. She continued walking on and listened to him talk. She was growing used to his voice, he no longer sounded like a complete stranger.
She nodded in response to his question, well, his first question. She had to pause and think about his second one.
"Some do," she said after some consideration. "Most, actually. Some of them I can stand more than others, though. It all depends on how strong their scents are."
She paused in her steps to turn and look at him again, this time turning her whole body.
"My turn to pry," she started, looking him straight in the eye. "How is it that you could tell I have issues with strong smells?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:57 pm
He paused in his step to return her gaze.
'White Honey Tea. It isn't known for its smell and yet you commented on it. In fact, it has almost no smell what so ever. With out any additives, which it is how it is usually served, the only thing you can smell is the very faint honey. Now, I would have been intrigued if someone had said that they liked the smell of my tea. I would then have questioned them upon it. Yet you did something I hadn't expected. The smell was too much, or overpowering. This implies that you have a very.... very good sense of smell. The fact that you didn't show any hesitation when going to the bakery says that the gentle smell is okay for you yet you wince, oh so very slightly, when you glance at the butcher shop.'
No, that wouldn't do. Too much talking for one person.
"Just a hunch," he shrugged.
A smile came to his face as he thought.
"But.... Is my hunch right?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 4:40 pm
Dasha nodded her head again lightly. It seemed to be her way of answering things.
"Yes, it was. That was why I was asking," she said before turning and walking again. "No one has ever noticed before."
She continued to walk forward, staring up ahead of her. Her skin prickled as a small gust of wind picked up from in front of them. She grabbed hold of her long cloak and pulled it against her bare arms.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 4:14 pm
"People don't always care enough to look for things like that. They simply care about themselves."
He was happy that he had chosen the coat he had for it was doing its job in keeping him warm, as was his hat. He pulled his scarf tighter against his chin in an attempt to keep the cold gusts from his warm and soft skin.
It wasn't that it was freezing out, but rather that the weather was "moody" and often would throw a slight "fit" and have it get very cold very quickly.
He was silent for the most part, thinking about multiple things, until he broke his own silence with a simple question.
"Were you born with that color hair?"
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