Borislav Matrosov (Aug 7, 2011 5:29:54 PM)
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Sydney Alder (Aug 7, 2011 5:31:10 PM)
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Borislav Matrosov (Aug 7, 2011 5:33:51 PM)
*sat at the kitchen table working with great care running a fine grain hone stone over the edge of the blade then eyed the edge looking for bur and nicks*

Sydney Alder (Aug 7, 2011 5:38:45 PM)
The young woman breezed into the kitchen carrying an armful of fragrant eucalyptus and lilies that she drops into a vase and leaves on the counter for Dama to find. She was dressed in a white cap-sleeved blouse paired with a navy skirt and fashionable designer heels. Her hair had been brushed until it gleamed, and swished with her movements. Her jewelry was tasteful, traditional, and clearly of quality. She caught sight of Boris, her head inclining to her newly appointed Guardian. "Hello, Mr. Matrosov." she greeted him cordially and casually. She studied him for a long moment, gauging his emotional state.

Borislav Matrosov (Aug 7, 2011 5:41:34 PM)
*glances up the blade he was working on* Greetings to you too, Miss. Alder.

Sydney Alder (Aug 7, 2011 5:45:04 PM)
She smiles, "I hope I'm not intruding..." A delicate hand perfectly manicured with french-tips waves. "I was hoping to find a cup of coffee... Sunday is usually fairly quiet for me..." Her shoulders rise and fall. "I've no appointments to keep." A sigh was given, as if she would rather be doing -something-.

Borislav Matrosov (Aug 7, 2011 5:48:28 PM)
*nods points the pot on the counter* Freahly maded. *set the new forged blade down* I know the idea trying to keep one's self busy. *picks up his own mug of coffe from the table a drinks some of the black liquid*

Sydney Alder (Aug 7, 2011 5:50:24 PM)
The girl moves to pour herself a glass then dousing it with heavy cream from the fridge. She leans against the counter, falling silent. She was not one to 'chat' really - unless the mood struck. Again, she studied Boris with polite inquiry.

Borislav Matrosov (Aug 7, 2011 6:00:23 PM)
So Miss. Alder how have you been? Since I have not seen you a bit any thing interesting been happening?

Sydney Alder (Aug 7, 2011 6:04:24 PM)
Her shoulders rise and fall in an indolent shrug. "I am doing quite well in my studies, and my business is doing well. I have offered my services to several persons of note and continue to make alliances with people whom I deem of import."

Borislav Matrosov (Aug 7, 2011 6:10:13 PM)
Sound interesting I'm glad you have been keeping busy and have found work. * this not mock intrest*

Borislav Matrosov (Aug 7, 2011 6:10:27 PM)
(is not)

Sydney Alder (Aug 7, 2011 6:11:05 PM)
She flashed a brilliant smile. "Of course, I was reared in a Sept. You've no fear that I will misappropriate myself or conduct myself as unbecoming of my tribe...."

Borislav Matrosov (Aug 7, 2011 6:16:39 PM)
*nods* Nor would I had you not been, Miss.Alder. I do know to deal with those that seem to lack the common sense Gaia gave most living things. You, yourself at least have a brain to fill the space between your pretty ears. *chuckles and takes another drink of his coffee*

Borislav Matrosov (Aug 7, 2011 7:08:57 PM)
(wow quite)

Borislav Matrosov (Aug 7, 2011 7:23:55 PM)
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Sydney Alder (Aug 7, 2011 7:25:02 PM)
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