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How long had it been since she had been home? Dasha counted two and a half. Normally she would have been home only once a month. Normally, that was a good balance between work and home.
That day, however, marked the first of a week-long fae holiday in observance of some mixture of gods and goddesses preparing for spring. Rituals, celebrations, and who knew what else were already being prepared for and in some cases were underway.
If she could have gotten away with it, Dasha wouldn’t have taken it off. In fact, she would have used work to avoid it if she could. However, someone in her family had said something to someone that wound up with Dasha being stationed at home there for the week. The military couldn’t give her the week off, per say, but they could give her duty there and a day free during the first and last day of the week. Ugh.
So there she was, on her way home to put her bag in the house and hopefully escape somewhere else before too many people noticed. Going in the front would just have her presence announced, but she had a side way in— so to speak.
Yes, yes she was climbing up the north side wall of the Laska home to a very specific window. Yes, she could have flown, that wasn’t the point. Coming up to the window, she glanced in before tapping on the glass. “Nik! Nik I see you in there!”
Yes, someone had been as subtle as a fireball about hinting to Dasha's superiors that it sure would be nice if she could be around for the holidays, and now Nik eagerly awaited his beloved twin's arrival. He'd actually been looking out the window off and on, but was taking a break eating a sandwich when the tap still managed to catch him off guard. He jumped a bit in his seat, but didn't have to wonder the source of the sound once his brain had had time to process it and he hurried to let Dasha in.
"HEY~♥" He grinned wide and helped her pull her bag through. "Nice to see you sis~ You're almost in time for dinner!" She woouuld come to dinner, riiiight?
As the window came open, Dasha was quick to hand the bag over and then start climbing in herself. “Almost time for—“Ugh. “I was just going to drop my stuff off before anyone noticed…” she answered with a small shake of head.
Dasha stood on the window sill, both feet halfway in and halfway out, debating whether or not she wanted to enter the room and go down to dinner or bolt while she could and claim it was work related. Actually. “Though you know if you wanted, we could go out into town and eat instead,” she emphasized setting one hand on her hip. “There’s a new restaurant called Zesty’s that looks interesting.”
Nik put on a pouty face as she said she wanted to leave, but the proposition was actually?? Uh. A bit of color came to his face. He knew she emphasized it like that because he didn't like to go into town very often, but... Well, he'd been trying to do better about that lately? His therapist said it was good for him to go outside more even if it was just a few minutes in the garden, baby steps, and he did feel safer with Dasha than with anyone else.
"I... Y-yeah, I guess I could... go with you." He did feel bad for leaving without telling mom, just not showing up for dinner and all, but he doubted Dasha would want to go announce she was here first. Thinking maybe they'd bump into someone, he asked, "You wanna put your stuff in your room first or just leave it in mine?"
Oh? Dasha blinked a couple of times in surprise. She’d kind of expected Nik to put up more of a fight than that, but really? Nice. She’d take it. A small smile warmed into bigger one as she hopped down belatedly into the room. “Don’t think I want to take a chance of stepping in the hall just yet..” she answered eyeing the door. Even if there was no one in the family currently within earshot, there were still servants around that could be accidentally bumped into.
“Oh— I did get you something when I was out, though,” she realized rather quickly bending down to unzip the bag’s side pocket. Pulling out a strange simple blue orb on a chain, she held it forward briefly before putting a hand to it. “When you fill it with a little magical energy it—“ Sure enough the little orb began to glow. Inside, however, there was clearly a carved piece of some gem of some sort in the shape of a vague dragon? Or griffin? Or the artist really couldn’t depict what they were trying to? It was stylized and strange, so there. “It’s from Reliquaer, it’s supposedly a light for spirits.”
Damn. Well, it was worth a shot. It would be too suspicious to insist on anything, so he figured he'd just have to apologize to mom later. ..Or quietly text her. No, no, Dasha would be mad if she barged in here before they left, he'd just apologize later, yeah.
"Oh yeah?" Blue-gray eyes lit up at the shiny orb, and lit even more as the orb did. "It's beautiful!" Nik couldn't tell what kind of creature that was supposed to be either, but it was pretty and reflected the light nicely. It's supposedly a light for spirits. He paled a little. "O-oh." Nik laughed nervously. "It's not gonna like... attract something to haunt me, is it?" Surely Dasha wouldn't give him something like that... intentionally, heh.
Dasha beamed as she held forward the orb for Nik to take. “I doubt it,” she answered simply. “I think you need like hundreds of them and some cursed artifacts and a seance in order to really get anything scary to come your way.” A small ‘oooOooooOoooo’ escaped from her right after anyways. The light flickered inside, as if it were a candle flame more than a mana light, before settling again. “There’s a festival of the dead that they have later in the year, I think. We should go!” If Nik was trying to come out of his shell, Dasha was all for dragging him around and showing him things.
A knock at the door, however, cut Dasha’s thoughts out and had her looking towards the door. Immediately her lips pursed as she looked sideways to Nik.
Nik rolled his eyes at her little oooOooooOOoooo, even if it did cause him to lightly shudder, shut up. "Uhh..." Another small nervous laugh at the mention of the festival. "I dunno, sounds kind of spooky.." Not wanting to disappoint her entirely, though, Nik offered, "Maybe I can read up on it and see?" That was at least not entirely a no.
Then came the knock at the door. Shit. He turned to Dasha and desperately mouthed 'it wasn't me'.
"Nikki?" It was Iris's voice. "Can I come in?"
She didn't mention hearing Dasha, so hopefully she hadn't, which meant they still had a chance here. Desperately jumping to the first excuse for privacy that came to mind, he called back in an irritating voice, "Mom, I'm trying to masturbate, go away!" Immediately after he pushed Dasha toward the still open window, whispering, "Go go go go." If she flew out, he'd flutter down to the ground right after her and join her in fleeing.
Dasha had physically straightened at the knock on the door. Her foot had sifted back, and she was already counting the number of steps she’d have to make to get back to the window. As she looked sideways and then at Nik, however, Dasha grimaced in response. Easing back on one foot and then the next, she’d silently closed the distance towards the window— only to slap a hand over her mouth to keep the scoff at bay from Nik’s immediate words. She might have frozen up entirely had Nik not pushed her to move, but immediately after, Dasha did just that.
Quick, silent steps closed the distance between Dasha and the window. Coming right up on it, she stepped on the sill, leapt, and went falling outwards. A second later, her wings had caught wind and buzzed a bit as she went flying forward outwards. Looking down as Nik followed, she continued for a little bit out beyond the perimeter before finally landing amongst some trees to wait for Nik to fully catch up. “Phew…” Dasha reached up to rub her temple in an effort not to mess up her makeup in the meantime. “That was close…” Embarrassment had yet to leave her features, but she could probably blame that on other things. Maybe. Probably not, with Nik and all.
Post by Nikolai Laska on Jan 23, 2019 22:57:34 GMT
Nik did his best to hurry to catch up with Dasha, though she felt much faster than him. He doubled over as he reached her, panting more from the exhilaration than from running, but panting all the same. After a moment, he finally straightened up. "I'll say." Hopefully mom would be offput enough by his claim to leave his room alone for a while, too.
Only then did Nik realize though that they were at the edge of the woods. "Uhh..." He looked around. "We weren't... gonna travel through there... were we?" Woods were not his friends, even if dad and Dasha were crazy bear-fighters. It just was not in his blood.
Rubbing her forehead and then running her fingers through her hair, Dasha took a slow breath in and out. “Ah—“ Blue eyes raised and reflected the forest that close enough to them by then. A small smile quirked up onto her features. “I mean…”
Looking back at Nik, Dasha slowly let her features fall again. “We could probably head that way and get onto the road…” she pointed in the general direction. As much as she wanted to go walking through the woods right then, Dasha was aware that she was already pushing Nik a bit in going out. No need to have him running for the hills just yet (or maybe not the hills but back home, yeah).
With that, Dasha turned and started that way. “So… what have you been up to?” she asked rather nonchalantly now.
I mean... Nik tensed. He knew it, he should have just told mom she was here, made her stay for dinner. She'd be the death of him instead, everything was--
...Oh. Okay she was actually-- This was fine. He let out a long sigh of relief. Following her through the faintly snowy field-- which incidentally still made him very nervous but he'd take it any day over the woods-- he tried to think what had he been up to. "Uhhh... I dunno, not a lot I guess." He'd been doing art and practicing music but those things weren't very exciting to talk about. "Therapy's been going good so far I think. Been trying to get out a little more like I said before.." He guessed that was still a pretty boring answer. "I met a cute guy recently but I'm pretty sure he's straight, so that kinda blows. Heh." He shrugged.
"What about you though?" Her stories were always a lot more interesting than his, even if they did make Nik vaguely nervous just to hear about, heh.
Dasha smiled as she listened to Nik’s recent experiences. It was good really good that he was getting out at least. “He could still be a friend eventually?” she offered up briefly. She knew that wasn’t exactly what Nik was looking for but there was always that.
As the question was returned to her, however, Dasha grinned a little. “Well I was stationed in Reliquaer for a bit, recently,” she started with something that had some grounding in what she had brought him. “Some of our nobles wanted to take a trip out there, and I was asked to keep an eye on things. Do you remember the Reignfields? With those three little girls? That family.” Dasha half laughed and rolled her shoulders some. “They ended up staying longer than planned, so I went out with them to different areas in the plateau. I wanted to climb it, but the girls were in dresses.” She rolled her eyes a bit knowing very well that had been their excuse for not going up with her.
“Before then, I was just mostly in Silvaria,” she explained. “Patrols and training and whatnot.” That was less exciting and more routine. Less worth talking about, heh. “Though I guess I also kind of made a new friend. She’s really knowledgeable on the upkeep of fashion and even invited me to go with her to a show that was in town. There are soooo many cute outfits right now.” She giggled again. “I may have to… talk to Mom about a loan maybe…” Talking about a ‘loan’ was more like just begging for money, but Dasha preferred the more subtle and tactful sounding nature of it.