@giodmarco
He looked so familiar to her. He had kind eyes. A familiar twinkle about them, and for the longest time, she hadn’t been able to place it. But the way he laughed and his smile had haunted her. She had dwelled on who he could possibly be for days since she first discovered him in Khatanga, and then, as she lay in bed wide awake, it hit her...Italy. He was the ambassador for the Italian government. Giovanni De Marco. He had shown her brother, his fiancé, Alys, and her fiancé around. Had told them of the best cuisine and sights to see. He was kind to them, but he was followed by a shadow, at least in her eyes, that would linger every where he went now that she had recognized him.
“Excuse me. Your name, is it Giovanni? Were you an ambassador in Italy not too long ago?” Her curiosity had gotten the better of her. She longed to know more about this man, if only to cling to the last good memories she had of her brother, all while trying to stave off the worst one of all. She knew he probably didn’t have answers to her brother’s last moments. Something she hadn’t cared to know anyways. But she did want to hear anything about Alwyn that he could remember. And maybe, just maybe, to find a friendship, or at least connection, to someone who knew her brother and was currently residing in the middle of a frozen hell she didn’t particularly want to be at.
