RP for skids_sally: It's Always Cold in Siberia

[tm_magik]

The Rasputin family home was not far from lake Baikal, in the south of Siberia. For almost half the year, the average temperature is below zero degrees. Illyana knew this - she had grown up there after all - but somehow the weather is still a bit of a shock

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[skids_sally]

As soon as they appeared in Siberia Sally remembered why she'd been so happy to leave it behind. Cold was not a good enough word to describe how it felt here. Neither was freezing or anything else her brain was coming up with. But it definitely was pretty and quiet. Much quieter than the mansion or the busy streets of New York city.

It was peaceful and she had always liked that part. It reminded her of a Robert Frost poem but she couldn't be sure which one.

Sally glanced at the small house, vaguely reminded of where she'd grown up, before looking at Illyana. "Well, do you want to get the hard part out of the way first or save it for later? Cause I'm up for either. Snow or meeting your parents. But can you tell me how to say 'it's nice to meet you' in Russian?"

[tm_magik]

"Očen' prijatno," Illyana said, smiling. She took a deep breath and nodded

[skids_sally]

Sally was thankful she had not been drinking her tea when Illyana asked that question. Otherwise it would have been sprayed over the table. "I'm throwing the biggest snowball at you later," Sally replied, a sweetness to her voice that belied her true intentions. "And, um, tell her no. Cause that would be the truth."

She smiled across at Alexandra before glancing around the kitchen. "Can you also tell her that she has a very nice home?" People liked to be complimented on their homes, right? It was small but quaint and there was definitely a warmth to it that was welcoming.

Sally was beginning to realize that she hadn't met many of her friends families and she wasn't quite sure what the proper etiquette was.

[tm_magik]

Illyana giggled and said something to her mother. Whatever Alexandra's reply was, it made Illyana roll ehr eyes before answering back.

"She says thank you. She also says that you are too thin. Please excuse her - she, much like my brothers, seems to think a woman must have huge childbirthing hips. And apparently should be married by age 25."

Illyana snorted. She'd almost forgotten how Old Country her parents really were.

She finished her tea and stood, speaking rapidly to her mother. It felt good to speak Russian again, even if it WAS only to argue with her mom.

She looked at Sally. "We should go outside if we want to have any fun. Mother says dinner will be in a few hours, so we will come back then."

She did not hug her mother before tramping outside into the snow, and once outside she let out a huge sigh.

"She drives me crazy," Illyana said, kicking the snow. "But she is a good woman. Did you want to go sledding? I bet our old sled is still in the barn."