Blue makes Anya think of the blue dress that she wore the ballet, the dark sapphire color that shimmered in the light. It had been the first time that she had felt like a princess, that the memories of the night before and that parade with Dmitry hadn't just been the work of midnight hours. It hadn't been a game anymore. That dress had been the start of getting her life back.
Such a thought makes her think of Gleb, of Dmitry, of the mess that such a big part of her life has once again become. A frown tugs at her mouth and she shakes her head slightly to banish it, twisting it into a smile. "I will keep that in mind. I suppose that I don't have to wear only boring practical clothes here," she says with a faint laugh. "But yes. I will come inside with you."
Ravka has a familiar sound, the way the woman pronounces the name of her homeland rolling pleasantly through Anya's mind. "Oh? So you have met some of my fellow Russians? Who?" Curiosity has gotten the best of her and she can't exactly walk that question back without inviting more question. "Similar culture and language is better than nothing."
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Date: 2018-06-27 03:04 pm (UTC)Such a thought makes her think of Gleb, of Dmitry, of the mess that such a big part of her life has once again become. A frown tugs at her mouth and she shakes her head slightly to banish it, twisting it into a smile. "I will keep that in mind. I suppose that I don't have to wear only boring practical clothes here," she says with a faint laugh. "But yes. I will come inside with you."
Ravka has a familiar sound, the way the woman pronounces the name of her homeland rolling pleasantly through Anya's mind. "Oh? So you have met some of my fellow Russians? Who?" Curiosity has gotten the best of her and she can't exactly walk that question back without inviting more question. "Similar culture and language is better than nothing."