[Sarah]

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Moving to the coast was easily the best thing she'd ever done. Her operations were technically in Jawan, but no dock on the continent was safe from her business. Sa'fir was gorgeous and from her house on the beach Marma had access to all the beauty in the world only a step away. Her house was a very private and remote getaway. The house itself was a simple thing, unassuming on the outside, but on the inside it was more or less state-of-the-art. She had the place to herself and she reveled in that freedom.

That was until she got a call. Her dear brother, Maurice, was insisting on a thanksgiving meal. It was no matter that thanksgiving was over, typical, but there was something strange in their conversation that Marma had not yet figured out or let go. She hoped it was nothing more than her brother being his usual self and acquiesced to his coming over and she doubted anyone could really say no to him.

[CookingwiththeCobra]

Maurice

It was the first holiday in a long time that he had spent away from his loved ones. If he wasn't with his sister he had spent them with Hellen and the guild. Now though he wasn't around anyone special except Doran who chose not to celebrate. Maurice knew he was late but when thanksgiving came around he had been hiking through the mountains. Now though he was back and wanted to spend a day with his sister who he hadn't seen in a while.

Getting out of his beat up old car he admired the sun sparkling off of the waves as they crashed onto the beach. Walking up to the front door he made a ridiculously obnoxious knock. He rubbed his hands together nervously. He had been training vigorously with Doran over the past few months and it was definitely showing. He was very much more worn and torn in the face but he was still the same old Maurice to Doran's displeasure.

[Sarah]

Marma wondered if her brother would be offended that she wasn't making a traditional thanksgiving meal. Of course, she didn't particularly care considering she hadn't wanted to do anything at all, let alone cook all day, but she was curious as to how he would react. Probably in the same over-exuberant way of his where the whole world is filtered through a rainbow and nothing his little sister could ever do is bad. Now that was a strange thought.

All too soon he had arrived and she was answering the door while mentally steeling herself for his onslaught. "Hey Maurice!" she said, moving out of the way slightly so he could come in. Upon seeing him she was able to relax somewhat. He was still her brother and despite all odds she did love him to pieces. "Did you find the place okay?" she asked.

[CookingwiththeCobra]

Upon seeing his sister's face when she swung the door open he lit up. "Marma!" his arms wrapped around her in a big hug. She looked much more grown up. Reminding him of dad. The good parts of him that is. "I found the place fine enough but the car had a bit of trouble. I really do need a new one," he laughed. Shielding his eyes he looked out to the sea again, "we will definitely need to take a walk out on the beach later." Turning back to her he asked, "so what are the plans for dinner. What can I do to help?"

[Sarah]

Marma hugged her brother perhaps a bit more gingerly than he had hugged her. Maybe her work was getting to her... She had no reason to be uptight around Maurice as he was mostly harmless. Old habits died hard apparently. "A walk would be lovely. The wilderness surrounding the ocean is beautiful,"she said, glad she did not have to extricate herself form her brother.

"Eh, well-" Marma feigned awkwardness. "You know I never was a cook, so its not going to be anything fancy," she excused, cheeks reddening slightly. "I got uhm... I got us a pizza," she finally, and rather dramatically, admitted.

[CookingwiththeCobra]

He laughed, "on thank god! I was actually quite afraid that you had cooked something." He loved the idea of not having a fancy dinner. Something laid back just enjoying the company was much more his style. Entering her home he admired its beauty. It must of cost her a fortune.

He was nervous for the night to unfold because he had stuff to tell and he didn't know how she was going to take it. "So pizza huh?" he asked.

[Sarah]

"Yeah, I figured just pepperoni would be a safe bet," Marma said. She paused for a moment. "Enough about my lacking cooking abilities," she said, closing the door behind them. "Make yourself at home! What have you been up to?" she asked, moving to sit on her couch and motioned for Maurice to sit somewhere as well.

The living room was the landing room from the front door. The rest of the house was obscured by walls, an archway on the leftmost corner of the back wall led to the dining area and kitchen, and to the right was a hallway leading to her master bedroom, a simple bathroom and a modest guest bedroom.

[CookingwiththeCobra]

He sat on the couch making himself comfortable. "Well I've been training a lot recently. I was given an opportunity that puts me out of my comfort zone but I think it will be better for me in the long run," he shrugged. "So what has been up with you? Anything interesting?" he asked changing the topic from himself. He had a ton to talk about but he didn't want to take up the entire time talking about himself. Maurice was excited to hear about what was happening in his sisters life.

[Sarah]

Marma wondered who had the authority to make Maurice do anything out of his comfort zone. That wasn't to say her brother didn't get himself into harebrained and dangerous situations, only that he was typically immensely comfortable going into such situations. From what stories she'd been told over the years that seemed to remain to be the case.

"Nothing really," Marma said lightly. Her own work was a mystery to her brother. There were too many reasons to keep him in the dark in that regard.

"Who were you with to be out of your comfort zone?" she asked, honestly curious.

[CookingwiththeCobra]

He hid his disappointment. He had hope that he could of gotten more from what was going on in his sisters life. That's fine though he thought. It would just take a bit more prying. "Oh, his name is Doran. I don't think he has a last name. He seems to think that I have more potential than I'm letting on. He's helping me get past..." he trailed off and touched the scar on his face.

Remembering Dorans words he said, "when dad cut me in the face and tried to kill me." He stated it as an ordinary fact void of emotion. Dorans voice rang through his head again, it happened to you. Now move on. Don't let it be your weakness. Let it be your strength. Maurice smiled, "I think I'm doing better." He laughed, "now tell me something that's been going on with you. You don't always have to so mysterious you know. Do you have a boyfriend... a girlfriend" Have you been busy at work?"