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[color=FF4D4D][b]Time: [/b][/color]Dusk
[color=FF4D4D][b]Location: [/b][/color]Beach
[color=FF4D4D][b]Interaction: [/b][/color][@Kkushmar] - Boris[/center]
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[color=FF4D4D]"Yes."[/color] She said simply while nodding with glee as his response, a noticeable turn from his mood just moments before. Helene's expression of happiness did not change as she stood firmly in place as Boris got up, not a single flinch in her muscles as she stared up at the much larger figure. Russian was not her native tongue but it was of the several she could speak quite well, even if some slang completely slipped past her. This was going much better than she had expected and never once did it cross her mind what evil things Boris might have done in the past. She was far too concerned with the present and the future.

The curves of her smile did not falter for a second as Boris revealed himself as a werewolf and she laughed a little as he pointed at his nose [color=FF4D4D]"That is indeed a powerful tool you have."[/color] She said continuing to speak in Russian. 

He then gave her a sight she would treasure. A smile directed at her. It was almost enough to warm the coldness of her un-beating heart. When he at last extended his hand, she took in a firm, but gentle handshake and marveled slightly at the difference between her soft, unblemished skin and the tough, rugged shape of his. It was almost as if his hands could tell their own story of hardship.

Distracted by this little detail, she almost did not hear his next words [color=FF4D4D]"Oh?"[/color] The cheer in her voice dropped noticeably as it reverted back to English as well, she had wanted to chat for longer. Unwilling to let Boris be bothered her small sadness, she looked on the bright side. She had met a person kind enough to giver her a name and a smile [color=FF4D4D]"I am glad I we met, Boris. I think I will stay here just a bit longer."[/color] It may have been silly, but simply saying his name was enough to spark her with joy. 

Her full body turned towards the last, fading lights of the sunset listening to the quiet steps of Boris's large frame in the sand and eventually the grass. Already she had come to terms with the reality that this may be their first and only meeting. Helene gaze slowly began to sink from the sunset in the deep, endless ocean as the tops of her eyelids lowered in somber thoughts. The sound of Boris's voice was sweeter than any symphony as he invited her to return here once more. Turning her right shoulder to look back at him, with a bright eyes and a cheery smile [color=FF4D4D]"I would like that very much. I shall see you tomorrow then?"[/color] She asked the question in a way that he didn't need to respond with an actual answer.

When Boris had left and she believed herself alone, Helene inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. With only the sounds of the crashing waves to accompany her, she let herself relax before the time came to abandon this spot for now.