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[carmesi]

[wanda scrunches her nose at that, trying to push down the delighted little smile on her features. for some stranger to just openly accept sokovia—it's refreshing, really. everyone else from her world tries to pretend it doesn't exist, or at least it feels that way.

probably for her own sake, and yet—]

I was raised with scary stories like Baba Yaga and the Zimniy Soldat. I promise you that a wolf would not frighten me.

[especially when she knows—and when she can sense that it would be a friend. it's easy enough to allow her magic to catch on to threads of thoughts and emotions of others in a superficial level.

tentatively, she motions towards the door.]

It is my turn to play host. I have tea and paprikash.

[wolfssegen]

[Without context, he wouldn't know that people avoid talking about Sokovia, though she'd mentioned it doesn't exist anymore back home, so he can imagine it would have some negative connotations. But that's why he doesn't hesitate to tell her it's beautiful and that he likes it, because he'd be happy to have someone accept his home so openly, and he can imagine she might like it too.

A laugh, when she mentions Baba Yaga...he's heard that one. The other one though...]

Huh. Jasha has never mentioned Zimniy Soldat, and he's mentioned just about every legend he has back home. He's kind of superstitious that way.

[When she gestures at the door, he grins and nods, waiting for her to head in first before following.]

I'd love to hear about it over some good food and tea. If you feel like sharing.

[carmesi]

[wanda gives him a bit of a look before— oh, coming to understand something.]

It could very well be that our story about the Zimniy Soldat, the Winter Soldier, as it is translated to, is not part of your world.

[there are those instances of worlds that are incredibly different from one another, and then there are those with so many intrinsic similarities, except for a couple of things that don't add up. wanda figures that this is the case with chester's world in comparison to her own.

in she goes, into the cabin, a small modest place. it is cozy in any case, and wanda urges chester to seat at the table while she moves adjacently to the kitchen; there are no doors here, so all rooms are connected.]

The tale of Zimniy Soldat is that of a soldier created in a lab. He is as quiet as the night, moves using the shadows, and he will kill with no hesitation. He takes no hostages and no witnesses, [she ladles the paprikash into a bowl for him and herself, bringing it over to set on the table.] and should you see him, you will be marked to be his next prey.

—or that's what they said, anyway. [hmm...] Oh, spoons.

[as if remembering—she taps the air with a finger, and sparkles of scarlet have a spoon appear on the table by him, and one for herself on the other side.]

I have water too, if you rather leave the tea for after.