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Pripyat, day 12:: Elizabeth
[As the storm outside continued to worsen, Elizabeth had been glad to find that the Author had at least left warm clothing for her to wear. Luckily, there were several layers to the skirt of her dress, so that helped keep her warm. She was sat by the window of the apartment she and Ichabod were sharing, watching the snow and ice cascade down the grey skies. Very vaguely, through the sheets of white, she could see the red glow of the safehouse's sign.]
I wonder if everyone else is safe..
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I hope so.
[His voice was soft and held concern. He handed her the cup and sat with her across to look out the window. His many layers kept his warm and the warm clothes he found in the apartment certainly wasn't unwelcome.]
This weather....lends not to travel. Thankfully I managed to prepare the deer just in time.
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[She takes the mug and smells the contents; it was sweet, but..not like anything she'd had before. Trying some, she savours the taste and smiles]
What is this? I've never had it before..
[She peps up at the thought of venison, of food of any description for that matter]
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[He smiled and thankful that he could do something useful for her just as she was just as grateful to help him.]
It is called, hot chocolate. The beverage was just emerging in my time and it was very expensive to obtain. Here, it seems the beverage is easily obtainable. The venison should be ready before long. It has been some time since I had any myself.
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I don't think we'll be here for much longer..I just have a feeling the Author will get bored soon
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[He turns his attentions to the kitchen to check up on the meal.]
I must admit, this is not entirely bad once one becomes accustomed to the setting.
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I'm not sure I could become accustomed to being this cold all the time..
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True though I must admit that blizzards are certainly not in my list of favorite things.
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I always loved the snow as a child. It was only ever something that came once a year, so my sister and I would always wait for Christmas in anticipation for both the court masques, and the inevitable change of weather
[She smiles vaguely at a particular memory]
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I remember a time when my mother once told me that the gentle snow meant that the ice fairies had come to play and would make the flowers and trees sleep before the harsh winter breathe would come. In the spring, the ice would melt and the flowers would wake up. I thought it to be silly now but as a child, that story held a truth to it that I didn't see until much later.
My mother was my inspiration for science. Despite the silliness in the stories, there was more truth to them than any book could offer. Symbolic meaning gave way to the truth and the truth was all that was needed.
[He smiled warmly and turned his face from the window to Elizabeth.]
In a lot of ways, I am pleased that the Author decided to place us here. It has certainly been a test of intellect and I am grateful. And to you.
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At his last comment, she looks at him curiously]
Grateful to me? What for?
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Oh, for not calling jest when I mention her. Most would think of my sentimental ways as somewhat childish. I never talked about my memories to anyone...and I must admit that it is rather lonely not to.
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I find it cruel that anyone would call jest over the reminiscence of a loved one..and I wouldn't call it childish - you're merely keeping the memory of her alive, nothing more and nothing less
[She takes his hand, as if to drive her next point home]
And I'd be honoured to listen to any stories about her you wish to share, anytime
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[He smiles and takes her hand in kind. The warmth of the touch made him feel better now that he is able to discuss openly about the one he loved most as a child and carried that love over to Elizabeth. It was as if she was giving him a silent blessing that it was okay now to talk about it.]
And I do not think that she would mind in the least now that I have you...
[He blushed slightly at the words and stumbles over them as he tries to right himself verbally through the over correction.]
..in a matter of speaking as a confidant and as a- uh, I seem to have fumbled.
[He gives a sheepish smile.]
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It's fine, I know what you meant
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Still, it accounts for more than just a few instances where words can only express so much.
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He thought of his mother and how she would have thought of his current situation. Being a child of both a pagan and a Protestant, he chose to keep neutral and looked only to the facts.
He pulls his gaze from the window and looks at Elizabeth with a smile. Warm and true, he never lied. There was no need to do so.]