An Old Man's Quest: Part 2

Ghita Marino · 08-18-2010, 10:50 AM

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Sorry it's not a particularly good post... muse doesn't tend to favor me early in the morning. : P
Wc: 863

"Etiam sit amet lacus sem, vitae dignissim massa."

It was true - the lilt to Marcus' tone hinted at something not-quite Canadian, but Ghita was unable to place it's origin beyond that. There had been too many wolves who had lived in Canada most of their lives, but also held on some of their native tongue, letting the accent slip in between syllables now and again, making for a pleasing collage of many indeterminate dialects, all with a few common denominators. To hear someone who hadn't fallen into the same patterns as the rest of the Crimson Dreamers had, save a few exceptions, was both pleasant and refreshing to hear. It reminded Ghita all too much of herself when she had first arrived, barely speaking English at all and struggling to understand her pack.

Nodding at his response, his arrival was just another puzzle piece to add to the pile, mirroring her journey here as well. She'd suspected he wasn't from around these parts, at least recently, but only now had been proven correct. Wondering absent-mindedly about his conditions while crossing the sea, she held her tongue politely, letting the conversation drift there when it would. Her crossing of the seas hadn't been overly terrible, but she'd heard some war stories about her namesake, the sea, and was curious to know how he had fared.

As her bi-coloured companion felt right at home with the language, so did Ghita - for differing reasons, perhaps. To the Italian fae, this was the language that she'd shunned to come to Canada with her siblings. She'd turned her back, as all of her siblings had, on the overly-traditional lifestyle they'd grown up with, turned their back on their father, had started anew in Canada, in English. But Ghita could find herself longing for the countryside now and again, longing for the familiarity of Italy. But she didn't long for the people she'd left behind. Along with her father, she'd abandoned her former mate, Carlo, who'd taken on another fae shortly after her miscarriage. And her former pack hadn't been quite so receptive on her recent return there, either. No, it was definitely the stimulation of the senses she'd missed, along with the comforting feel the language held, especially when her own mother sang it to her in everyday speech.

Pondering over these cities briefly, Ghita had never been terrible with navigation, but knew that these were places she had never, and likely would never visit. Marcus spoke of the larger colonies, less traditional from what she knew, and easily worlds away from her small traditional pack. Although, that wasn't to say that she hadn't heard of these cities - they simply weren't her cup to tea, to reference Marcus' newly-discovered English routes. "London England, you say?" She commented, perhaps a little stupidly, but the fae figured it was much better to confirm rather than assume. (To assume makes an ass out of you and me, after all.) Smiling at his next comment, she nodded, almost trying to imagine what that would feel like. "I'm sure you certainly have a volume of stories to tell."

Admittedly, she was shocked at her companion's over-zealous response to her heritage, but laughed along with him once she discovered the source. It was a rich, velvety laugh, taken straight from the bubbling nature of the stream. "Yes, we've gotten that a lot. It's Savina who's the oddball in terms of colouring." Her sister wore a stunning midnight pelt on her back, showing almost no resemblance to the more earthy-toned of her siblings, who both wore chestnut hair as well as similar pelts. But their eye colour was each their own; Savina held emeralds in her gaze, Ghita turquoises, and Ehno the bane of amber itself.

Just two days ago? The abruptness of his arrival was startling, even for the fast-paced Marino fae. She'd figured the male had been here at least a few more days than that, possibly even a week! It took a while to adjust to a new land, if you weren't used to traveling, as Marcus obviously was. But the fae usually preferred to get her bearings in the new land; Mark the hunting grounds, her territory, know who's toes she'd be trodding on soon enough... her companion seemed the fellow to launch right into a new land, which she frankly had to admire, especially at his age.

"So you've met Anu and Ehno, and onto Savina tomorrow, eh? My advice would be not to try and make it through all of the Marinos - I have two children myself, and eleven nieces and nephews!" It was light-hearted joking at it's best, but she spoke some truth - the Marino family was expanding rapidly, and she was proud to say that all of her family was in good health.

"Is there any particular reason you're seeking my sister?" Savina was the leader of their pack, but if Marcus was seeking out her blessing, it was a blessing he didn't need; He had already met Anu, the second of two pack members who could accept new members into their pack. But if he was set on her sable sister, Ghita would quite happily point the way for him.

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