Owner	Pose
Wanda Maximoff	The morning is a quiet one, here in this park. Despite there being the huge lake, not many people are on it. It's a touch too cold for most people to want to be in water. There's even still a rime of frost on the edges of the lake that hasn't been melted by the early morning sunshine yet. There are a couple of boats trolling around doing some early morning fishing, and a couple of guys along the banks doing the same. But other than fishermen, the park is mostly deserted. That is, until a bit of red flame glows beneath the trees. When it clears, a redheaded woman stands there. She takes a deep breath and exhales with a content smile. Wanda carries over one arm a basket of the picnic variety.
Vitali	The cooler temperatures have been a welcome change in the face of the heat that summer brought with it. It's meant that Vitali has been spending more time outside, and being more comfortable about it. He wears a light blue turtleneck, the sleeves of which have been pushed up to his elbows. He also wears a pair of black jeans and a pair of black steel-toed boots. His long black hair has been neatly braided at the nape of his neck, and it lightly swishes to and fro over his back. The Siberian man wends his way amongst the trees, his steps soft upon the ground. The eagle that he's bound to glides easily through the air, a few inches above the water. The tips of her wings dip into the water now and again, and it's rather likely that she's fishing. Her flight shifts slightly and she gives a soft screech at the sight of the red flame's glow amongst the trees. Vitali's steps stop, and he turns his head to look in the direction where it had appeared, a flicker of curiosity showing in his dark eyes.
Wanda Maximoff	For Wanda Maximoff, the cooler temperatures simply mean she's wearing a sweater beneath her crimson long coat. Wanda's eyes scan her surroundings, along with her other senses. Something that is second nature to her these days. Her jade green eyes stop as they alight upon Vitali, and her lips curl up at the edges. "Well. Aren't you an interesting one?" The sound is murmured quietly enough that it's unlikely to reach either the man's ears, or the eagle's.
Vitali	Though there are some birds of prey that are blessed with a sharper sense of hearing, eagles don't happen to be one of them. Soraya turns and continues to wing her way over the water. She eases up from the surface of the water, and she lands lightly on a post of a dock that stretches out to the water. Her talons bite into the wood easily, and she neatly folds her wings to her back before lightly clicking her beak. Vitali turns his head to look towards Soraya, perhaps simply checking on her, and then his attention shifts back to the woman who had appeared from amongst the red flames. He tilts his head a touch to one side as he looks towards her, watching her. His right hand moves towards his left wrist to slightly adjust the bracelet worn there before he lightly tugs his sleeves down from where they had been at his elbows. "Dobroye utro," he offers in greeting, a smile turning at the corners of his lips. Translation: Good morning.
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda Maximoff turns and walks toward the interesting man, her steps calm and unhurried, but with a certain bounce to them. "Good morning," she replies, in kind, in Russian. "Out for a walk?" She sounds genuinely interested.
Vitali	If he knew that he were considered to be interesting then it is likely that he would dispute it, for he doesn't consider himself to be anything of the sort. Vitali watches her as she approaches, the fingers of his right hand lightly twitching the sleeve of his left arm down over the bracelet there at his wrist. A smile quirks at the corners of his lips at her response in Russian, and he inclines his head towards her, his dark eyes showing a spark to them. "Da," he replies, a smile tugging his lips. He continues, in Russian. "It is a good morning for it. The weather is pleasant and cool, though I was not expecting the frost yet," he comments, his tone thoughtful. He lifts his right hand, to gesture slightly towards the basket she carries. "Are you looking for a spot to break your fast?" he asks, a touch of curiosity to his voice.