He had mentioned his homeland before, and she remembered the things he said about it and how exotic it made her feel. Even the name of the land, "Italy," was interesting and beautiful, sparking her curiosity into a fire. She wanted to hear of it now because they had this precious time together, and she sensed this, even in her infantile mind. Her love for her father was such that she wished to know as much about him as possible. He never bored her when he spoke to her — not in the slightest. It was a gift of his, in her eyes. She cuddled closer to his heart as he smiled and fell into the recollection of his home, resting her chin in the space below his throat.
The pictures he painted sent her mind whirling, whirling as fast as the faeries did on their journey to Earth. The cabins were easy to picture, tucked away among the mountains almost like those of Phoenix Valley. But the picture he painted of the marketplace, with its heavy flow of werewolves trading their goods (whatever those may be), was almost unimaginable. She couldn't imagine so many Luperci in one place! His description was accented by cheeps of awe from Rio, and her tail waved behind her. How she was enjoying this. She closed her eyes and tried to get a feel for the sea of Italy, with its docks, ships, and sailors. A soft giggle escaped her when he spread his arms wide, illustrating the vastness of the ocean. "Oh, Papa! It is 'mazing," she insisted, grinning as widely as possible as her lavender-blue eyes opened again. "You came here on a boat, uh-huh?" She was certain he had, but perhaps her words would prompt him to tell her about sailing across the ocean!
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