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⊰ ❖ ⊱ It was odd for the vampire to find time for peace yet alone that of an undisturbed slumber.However this he did fall into. The day itself bore warmth and an alluring comfort that lulled one to lower any guard they had. Such vigil hardly existed in such an environment, though hardly did Sorin protest. Instead he found comfort and let consciousness slip.
--Though with a gentle hand a small bloom was placed just behind the Markov's ear. This was enough to rouse him in a suddenness. Upon the beginnings of waking did his own hand strike out and grasp the other's. The other hand far more occupied with the blossom sitting above his left ear. With the initial shock gone he did release and pluck the flower gently from his hair and hold it out in front of him. His fingers gently gliding upon the petals, careful not to crush such a delicate structure. This only brought a further confusion to the Markov as his gaze went from the flora to the perpetrator at hand.
--Hardly the woman seemed apologetic, though why should she? It was not act of violence, no act to shame Sorin. This only worsened his bafflement. Despite such, the elder planeswalker gave a small grin and shook his head. "I didn't think of you of all people to be one to do such trivial things. I have to wonder. Why?" His head canted and with it silvery strands cast themselves to the side. Truly this did make him ponder the situation. What was the knight's aim? As sweet a gesture as it was it left him dumbfounded.
