————— ( open, farm grounds, early morning. )
Light trickles in through his windowpane like a sun soaked kiss against what should be cold skin. He doesn’t feel cold at any rate, thinks that his body is too used to colder weather to feel even the slightest of shivers, besides it's only going to get colder. When Nikolay wakes up, it’s to another morning of rise and grind, he lets his shoulders roll and neck crack from the weight of his old bones; just like he doesn’t feel the cold he doesn’t really feel old either, he’s sure that day will come though, long before his body finds itself six feet under he hoped. Locks of dirty blond hair fall in his face before he pushes it all away, along with the dreamscapes and nightmares that held firm in his mind just moments before. At Least he didn’t wake up in a cold sweat he figures, that’s the only kind of cold that was hard to shake.
It doesn’t take long before he’s dressed and outside, knuckles cracking and boots on the dirt as he digs a heel in, eyes surveying the lay of the land like a sheepdog over a flock. He doesn’t much feel like a dog though, and the people here didn’t much seem like sheep, it’d always been that way, it had to be if they wanted to survive.
He was supposed to patrol towards the edge of the farm grounds today, hence why he’d ended up there, it reminded him of the sort of bare knuckled down to earth work he was used to doing back home, he never held reverence for it, but he did it well enough in retrospect, it’s why he finds his hands callused and rough now. Nikolay cocks his head to the side for a brief moment when his attention is caught, if only briefly. “You look cold.” He comments dryly, accent noticeably thick as usual. “It will be colder soon, in what, few months now?” Nikolay supposes it’s less a question and more just a comment.
