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Feeling water seep into his shoe, Evren glanced down to see his foot and lower leg were tangled up in the end of Aava's muculent mane; in his hurry he hadn't realized the mess they'd inevitably made in Lucifer's apartment. He extracted his limb from the mess and clumsily pushed the algal hair into the tub with her, causing a small wave across the waters surface to cause even more spillage onto the floor as the Näkki became comfortable in her 'lake.' Evren's worried countenance and uneasy sigh hinted at the muddy wash of apprehension and discomfiture that overtook him as he came to fully grasp the turn his life had taken this day. Lucifer deserved a lot more than an explanation. [color=cc3300]"I lived in Finland before I came to the New World. This was… 1610, maybe. It all seemed ready to boil over, swallow Europe whole, riots and rebellions. War was coming. I couldn’t—"[/color]
[i]I couldn’t[/i]. Evren coughed and continued.
[color=cc3300]"I wanted to wander again, so I wandered north."[/color] He reached aimlessly into his mind for more, but couldn't feel much. He hoped it was just out of hunger that he was suffering this fogginess. [color=cc3300]"Aava stopped me, I guess. We spent... a very long time together. Hunting villagers, avoiding soldiers. It was chaotic and I... I loved it, we had a lot of fun."[/color]
Evren stooped forward to pull the towel away from Lucifer, and he began to mop up the floor himself. [color=cc3300]"One day I left. I don't remember why but I left and I never came back for her. How she's here now..."[/color] He paused and picked up the damp towel. [color=cc3300]"I haven't the faintest. I really don't."[/color]