She wrapped her coat tighter around her, following him out into the night. His ability to sense her age and lack of experience was flustering, but it likely was apparent to anyone with a number of years under their belt. Instead, she turned her face to the side, looking out across the frozen landscape.
The moon shone down on the snow covered streets, the ice and cold blue in the night. Stars glistened above them, as beautiful and delicate as the crystals that had fallen from the sky earlier that evening. It was magical, a winter fairyland that Diana had always whispered about as a child whenever they woke to such a landscape in England.
But there was something more. The ancient beauty of this land seemed to make everything see more large and intimidating. There was strength in the soil, in the people. Russia was a force, lying beneath the fragile beauty of the snow. There was so much she wanted to see and do, now she had the years ahead of her.
"I was turned in 1777," she admitted to him, finally looking back at him. "My father... he was my sire, though...I have not seen him in some time."
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Date: 2014-09-03 07:28 pm (UTC)The moon shone down on the snow covered streets, the ice and cold blue in the night. Stars glistened above them, as beautiful and delicate as the crystals that had fallen from the sky earlier that evening. It was magical, a winter fairyland that Diana had always whispered about as a child whenever they woke to such a landscape in England.
But there was something more. The ancient beauty of this land seemed to make everything see more large and intimidating. There was strength in the soil, in the people. Russia was a force, lying beneath the fragile beauty of the snow. There was so much she wanted to see and do, now she had the years ahead of her.
"I was turned in 1777," she admitted to him, finally looking back at him. "My father... he was my sire, though...I have not seen him in some time."