I love you.
WHO: Ivan and Yekaterina
WHEN: March 6th, late-morning
WHERE: Front porch steps of Ivan's home
WHAT: Katya finally feels up to stopping by her silbing's home. The fates are undecided on the outcome Eru and I have no clue what we're doing.
It was a little later in the morning than she would have liked. But Katya found herself making breakfast for Alfred (and that other... quiet boy) once again and it took her a little longer than she had planned. After making sure both boys were comfortably settled in though, she quietly dismissed herself and snatched up her few tote bags for a quick stop at the farmer's market.
The Ukrainian woman bought what was probably a few too many things (but of course, they were for brat and syestra, there was not a thing as too much!) and was quickly starting to walk through Liberty... Attempting to find her little brother's home. She had a map! However... actually navigating the city while trying to read the different directions was a bit difficult, and she was quickly getting flustered and rather upset. She finally started crying- and luckily a kind stranger pointed her in the right direction; just a bit down and across the street.
Well, she had almost been there anyway! After giving the man an overzealous hug (and staring at how red he had turned after word), she was off again, hurrying down the street with arms weighted down with her purchases. Her feet stopped only as she jogged up the stairs, looking up at the absolutely beautiful home that Ivan lived in. A sniffle and quick rub of the nose and she knocked lightly on the front door, biting her lip.
я сумую за тобою...