05-11-2020, 10:21 PM
“Here, here!” He added to the toast, greatly appreciating the addition of pillaging. “I will be a proper Viking tonight,” he laughed, although was not particularly keen to speak so freely of debts absolved. Regardless, it was all foolishness and bravado, but why spoil the night with reality and reminders of the past?
He found Zhenya’s connection to another amusing. He was Swedish, and she knew another Swede. Perhaps they were kin from another time? She said they were friends once upon a time. There was a story there, but he did not pull at the thread no matter how tempting. Maybe later if the opportunity arose. Everyone had pasts, but not all wished to delve into memories buried. Seven did not.
Likewise, he was accepting of her heritage, and passed no judgement. He nodded with complete understanding. “I meant no disrespect, Zhenya. Appearances can be deceptive. I know all too well,” he happily dribbled nuggets along the path implied.
“Your friend, Ephriam is to blame,” he dug a trinket out of his pocket, then, and laid it upon the table in the middle of their circle. It was a gold figurine in the shape of a winged boar about the size of a coin. It’s eyes were turquoise. He gestured that each may study it.
“This cute little guy was put up for sale for $4,000,000 CCDs. Circa 2400 BC.”
He was fond of the boar, though he wasn’t sure why.
“Obviously, I’m not carrying around a priceless artifact in my pocket,” he laughed as they picked it up.
He found Zhenya’s connection to another amusing. He was Swedish, and she knew another Swede. Perhaps they were kin from another time? She said they were friends once upon a time. There was a story there, but he did not pull at the thread no matter how tempting. Maybe later if the opportunity arose. Everyone had pasts, but not all wished to delve into memories buried. Seven did not.
Likewise, he was accepting of her heritage, and passed no judgement. He nodded with complete understanding. “I meant no disrespect, Zhenya. Appearances can be deceptive. I know all too well,” he happily dribbled nuggets along the path implied.
“Your friend, Ephriam is to blame,” he dug a trinket out of his pocket, then, and laid it upon the table in the middle of their circle. It was a gold figurine in the shape of a winged boar about the size of a coin. It’s eyes were turquoise. He gestured that each may study it.
“This cute little guy was put up for sale for $4,000,000 CCDs. Circa 2400 BC.”
He was fond of the boar, though he wasn’t sure why.
“Obviously, I’m not carrying around a priceless artifact in my pocket,” he laughed as they picked it up.