Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 9:18:10 PM)
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Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 9:18:23 PM)
(Yay! *hugs*)
Tasha Rackow (Aug 20, 2011 9:21:24 PM)
*Tasha was downstairs with some finger pants and a large sheet of paper on the counter and of course news paper*
Tasha Rackow (Aug 20, 2011 9:22:58 PM)
(( Freak! i gotta go buy a suit case!
Tasha Rackow (Aug 20, 2011 9:23:24 PM)
((I'll ping you on da skype when i get backs. I'm going on vacation in a couple of days
Tasha Rackow (Aug 20, 2011 9:24:03 PM)
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Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 9:41:06 PM)
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Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 9:43:03 PM)
Boris sat at the kitchen books amd scarps of paper in piles before and pored over huge tomes8
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 9:55:24 PM)
*A bit of business had to be taken care of for the sake of law, thankfully it was nothing overly pressing yet it was important enough that her attention had to be drawn away into her office at home. Gregory was asleep, for now, with Honor buzzing about the house as what was his like. slipping from the office, Dama carried a baby monitor in one hand and headed towards the kitchen with the intent to make a little snack. As she arrived to the kitchen her lips pursed at the stack of books and paper before greeting Boris* Wades in Crimson-ryha...good evening. Might I prepare you something to eat?
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 9:58:08 PM)
*looking the his rimmed in red* I made food earlier. * sipping his coffee and leers at charts*
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 10:00:29 PM)
Ah…my apologies for interrupting you. *lowering the baby monitor onto a counter she curiously peered at the stack though wisely moved along to the fridge, removing a collection of fresh fruit from within and rested them onto a counter space near by*
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 10:03:54 PM)
*chuckles* Your not interrupting me Dama just a project for the honor of the totem is all.
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 10:06:22 PM)
*A few other things were removed from cabinets and drawers in preparation for making a fruit salad, she peered back at him and nodded, mostly to herself* It seems a heavy project with all that sits before your eyes.
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 10:10:38 PM)
When I put mind to something I put all of it in the job is all. Most of these from my studies in metalurgy is all.
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 10:16:01 PM)
*Mid-slicing through a strawberry the Kinfolk paused to make study of Boris. Strange that they were holding a conversation, usually she was the one whom would sit quietly within a group, soaking in the conversation and verbally adding thoughts as was polite. As if expecting Dalton to pop out from behind a corner, informing her of passing or failing some sort of test, Dama looked about the kitchen cautiously before paying mind to the strawberry* It's a good thing to become richly involved in a task. The mind doesn't wander off to other places.
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 10:26:44 PM)
Like the one track mind that made the daggers Dalton carries with him. *unrolls the blue prints of the statue* might Amorphous Beta C ribbons to run the lighting rod to the statue though.
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 10:31:22 PM)
You have very skilled hands, and a sharp mind for such things. *a few more added fruits with a small sprinkle of sugar completed the fruit salad. Whatever messed she had made was promptly cleaned up with Dama keeping a distance from him for the sake of not crowding his space.* This project no doubt will come with a challenge or two, I am sure it will be oustanding in the end.
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 10:33:39 PM)
*chuckles Moving the papper and books out of the away of the table* Sit it is rude of me to take up all the table *grins* and since your family should make room to share with you.
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 10:38:35 PM)
*Again the possibility of this being all a test came to the forefront of her mind causing hesitation in stepping over to the table for a seat, baby monitor in hand. Gently the items in her hands were arranged on the table before her, close and no where near hindering his space* Thank you, Wades in Crimson-ryha.
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 10:42:27 PM)
*smiles* Sometimes you have to make time and space for family. You know I think this is one the few time I have spoken to you.
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 10:46:16 PM)
It is much appreciated, and I am honored in having an opportunity to speak with you. If I become bothersome, I would take no offense in being asked to leave so that you may work. *maintaining table manners she nibbled away on the fruit and peered at the many stacks on the table*
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 10:49:28 PM)
Some how I doubt you could ever be bothersome Dama. You are the polar opposite of a kin that was once here.
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 10:53:12 PM)
I do what I can in being respectful of those within this house. At times, I know that I have over reacted to a calamity such as mud on the flooring…I try to not let it get the better of me these days. Much has changed since Gregory arrived, I have greater concerns than a muddy floor to make a fuss over.
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 10:57:24 PM)
Glad I snuck in naked the night I was covered in blood then, I have a sense that you are lioness when it come to you home children.
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 11:00:13 PM)
*Her lips curved in a smile that was covered by hand, obviously she had found amusement in his confession. When the Kinfolk was able to control herself, Dama cleared her throat softly and lowered the hand away* I am protective of both, yes.
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 11:05:42 PM)
As am I You and your are family Woe to anythat tried to harm them. *drops to a deadful tone * No where Gaia would be save for them * black gleamed* then a quick as came he smiled again* I'm a Father so I have the protect edge too and being the oldest in the helps a bit too.
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 11:09:47 PM)
Having young changes one, in the best of ways, I believe. *partaking of more fruit she politely saw to the food, speaking only when her mouth was no longer full* I am more confident in my ability to take care of Gregory and Honor both. It seemed more a challenge when we were blessed with Honor…a new mother. I fear that I watched him more like a hawk back then than a fawning mother. It seems to not have caused any issue in his rearing...none that I see, at any rate.
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 11:14:16 PM)
I see those same fear in our little Tasha too,but I did not get to know my child like you or tasha have but that is a long story though.
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 11:18:11 PM)
Tasha will grown more into motherhood, she is young and will learn to let a few things go. *gently she nodded* And I've a good ear for stories. Perhaps you would humble me with the tale in the near future. I know you have much work to accomplish…are you certain you would not like any food or drink, Wades in Crimson-ryha?
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 11:27:44 PM)
*smiles* I could use a fresh cup of coffee* I ate at a cajun shack had my frist taste of the food here. Something called a mudbug? An time you would like to hear it your family you should atleast know me abit I do live under your roof *grins* Tasha is a piece of work has not clue if she is coming or going.
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 11:33:55 PM)
Please forgive me in inquiring after your take, as you are indeed correct in your statement. *rising with the empty bowel, she crossed into the kitchen and deposit the bowl into the sink once it was rinsed off. From her duty at the sink Dama wandered about the kitchen to prepare a fresh pot of coffee for repeated use as he worked* Tasha has been through a great deal, in due time she will find a rhythm more suitable for her life. It is my hope that one day she will have a rightful mate, no doubt it will add a measure of…stability to her busy mind, it will help her calm down.
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 11:42:43 PM)
Maybe it would, her mind is mix up on that subject as well. I tried to show her the she is strong enough for her and the Toni. I just a Rage crazed Ahroun.
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 11:46:16 PM)
*The coffee maker popped and crackled with the new drops of liquid goodness dripping inside the empty pot. Waiting patiently by the handy device, she smiled over at him* She is perhaps strong…yet it is difficult to be lonely in the way of companionship…in an intimate way.
Tasha Rackow (Aug 20, 2011 11:47:11 PM)
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Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 11:47:33 PM)
(Tasha...they are in the kitchen, more or less)
Borislav Matrosov (Aug 20, 2011 11:48:35 PM)
Oh your preaching to the choir on that Dama. Been 14 years now, give or take a year or two.
Dama Fortman (Aug 20, 2011 11:50:11 PM)
A long while for sure. *thoughtfully she watched the dark liquid begin to pool inside the coffee pot, and frowned a little, saying nothing more on the subject*
Tasha Rackow (Aug 20, 2011 11:54:11 PM)
*Tasha would come out of her bedroom looking a little exhusted. She had on a pair of jeans and an oversized t shirt. her dakr hair into a pony tail* ....the kraken sleeps