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Odessa's belief in the silent dialogue shared among women is unwavering. Subtle expressions and unspoken cues, a language all their own. Men, she finds, often lack the finesse to grasp these nuances, preferring the bluntness of words over the poetry of silence. Quinlan and Oskar, with their authoritative atmospherics failed to earn her trust. Leaving Odessa convinced that they got off on the sense of their own importance, and quickly making her decide that they would be of no importance to her.
But Beckett is different. A faint whisper echoes in her thoughts, almost tangible, but Odessa blinks it away so she can meet Nina's gaze with a slight smile. "They are fine but..." her hand waves dismissively as she replies with a nonchalant shrug about her previous instructors. Catching the dry humor in Nina's words, Odessa accepts it with a chuckle. "If I do that, it will be with rope. No mess." she mutters before her head tilts to the mention of Felix. "We already meet. Now I read Dostoevsky like school." but now she has met all three of the Ranström witches, and Odessa's mind conjures fleeting images of their dynamic. A sense of order that borders on rigid. "Felix is your brother too, hm? Ranström?" Odessa gestures with a nod to the door.
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The thought of being a mentor can easily bring a cackle out from Nina. There's nothing nurturing or guiding about herself which she has long accepted, just two of the ways she reminds herself of her own mother. Instructing, however, she can do. And does. Even if she begrudges Felix's fall from grace that has now landed her time at the institute. But, this little file plopped on her lap is certainly interesting. An Odessa Kashirsky with an apparent limited knowledge in magic entirely. Curious. And then a little note: listens better to women. Well, already Nina can relate. She gives a slight smile as she sets down the papers, glancing to Odessa opposite her desk. "I see you had a few sessions with Quinlan before this. He's an acquired taste, I don't blame you for wanting someone else." Nina begins with a flippant air. "And for some reason they then thought my brother Oskar would be better." she snickers then arching a brow. "Apologies for that. Surprised you haven't slit your wrists. Anyway, Kashirsky is Russian, hm? Try and hide that from Felix if you meet him, he won't leave you alone."
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