peeks out her window, watching the man wander around ... was he a mongol?

tugs at his robes nervously. The people weren't speaking any language he knew... Oh where oh were was he? ;u;

*where

shivers. Wherever he was, it was cold.

looks at the strange clothes, doesn't remember mongols wearing that. Cautiously opens her door and peeks out at him.

hears the sound of a door opening and turns. Sees Chibi!Belarus staring out at him. "...Tashi- Uh, hello...?"

stares at him. "M M M Mongol?!"

blinks, breaking out into a wide grin at her reaction. "No! I'm a monk~"

opens the door and looks at him closer, has a very large knife in her little hands. "What's a monk? That sounds like Mongol."

stares at the knife. "A monk is a religious man, sort of like a priest."

"priest? A church father?" still holding the knife. He could be a Mongol in disguise!

nods. "Yes... B-Besides, brother Mongolia lives on top of China... I live on the bottom."

's face gets a look of horror. "Y-your brother?" backs away, holding the knife in front of her with both hands.

nods. "Yes, I-I'm Tibet... We're related."

makes a face of horror. "Don't kill me!"

looks horrified at the suggestion. "Kill- Why would I- No! Never! I wouldn't ever kill someone!" Shakes his head in a violent no.

jabs the knife in his direction. "Not even if your brother tells you to?"

shakes his head. "No! Never! Killing is bad!" Shivers as a gust of wind picks up. "B-Besides, we haven't talked in... Years...."

"Why are you shivering, and why are you dressed like that outside? You should go home."

shivers again. "I'm cold, a-and I would go home, only I don't know where I am..."

points at the front door behind her. "This is my house." As if that will help him at all.

smiles and tries to stop his teeth from chattering. "Y-you have a ver-very nice house."

"Dziakuj." notices his chattering teeth. "Are you cold?"

nods. "Y-Yes, I'm a little chilly..."

"Oh, come inside." turns and walks into her house, still holding the knife. The house is a bit cluttered from a pre-schooler living in_

it alone for the past two days.

walks inside gratefully. "Th-Thank you..."

closes the door and looks at him. Takes off her coat and tosses it on the floor next to the door. walks over to the picture she's drawing _

and gets back to work on it.

curiously looks over her shoulder to see what's she's drawing.

drawing a picture of herself picking mushrooms in a forest. hums to herself and kicks her feet in the air while she draws.

sits down close by her, but not next to her in case that startles her. He has no intention of getting stabbed. "You draw very well!"

"Dziakuj." colors another lopsided mushroom. "You can draw a picture if you want."

hums in thought. "Mm, that would be nice..." Looks around for a piece of paper.

takes a sheet from the pile next to her. "Here." slides it over to him.

nods his thanks. He produces a pencil from his sleeve and begins to draw a design for a mandala.

looks up from her picture and watches Tibet, curious at what he's drawing.

a smile on his face as he watches the drawing look more and more like a mandala and less and less like a random series of pencil marks.

furrows her brow, trying to figure out what it is a picture of. "What is that?"

| "Hm? This is a mandala! It's a design that means things. This one's for peace."

can't make out any 'picture', but does notice patterns. "Why is it about peace?"

draws a few more lines here and there. "I don't know. Somebody a long time ago decided it was."

not sure how drawing a picture can make peace, but likes the patterns. returns to her picture, drawing a few more mushrooms.

give it to her if she likes.

the picture, because the patterns are pretty.

give it to her then!