05-21-2015, 01:06 PM
Had she ever needed to start over? She grinned at that like it stoked some bright affinity. New beginnings were something she had great sympathy for. Cutting ties with the past, forging ahead freely on some new and unexplored path. For that reason she didn't ask about the tough time he'd been having, not so much out of disinterest as a wholehearted desire to push ahead with that new beginning. "Then we won't talk of the past. Only the future."
The lines and shading in her sketchbook coalesced into the forms of wolves, some outlines abandoned half-finished, like she searched for the right minds-eye image, though she only paid the distraction half attention. To her it was no different as if she sat there tapping her fingers or bobbing her knee. It wasn't meant to be rude, though she supposed it didn't matter to her a whole lot if that's the way it was perceived. "So was leaving America a part of this whole new beginning too? Seems all paths converge on Moscow these days."
She was an immigrant herself, and there was no accusation in the way she said it, just benign amusement.
The lines and shading in her sketchbook coalesced into the forms of wolves, some outlines abandoned half-finished, like she searched for the right minds-eye image, though she only paid the distraction half attention. To her it was no different as if she sat there tapping her fingers or bobbing her knee. It wasn't meant to be rude, though she supposed it didn't matter to her a whole lot if that's the way it was perceived. "So was leaving America a part of this whole new beginning too? Seems all paths converge on Moscow these days."
She was an immigrant herself, and there was no accusation in the way she said it, just benign amusement.
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