Life tells you when you're ready

Savina Marino · 09-15-2010, 07:14 PM

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Poor Parker! 300+

That morning Savina had gathered up her yarn, knitting needles, and the book on knitting and headed outside with Parker. The good weather wouldn't last, and the Italian woman wanted to soak up as much of it as she could. When they reached Cottontail Valley Savina went and found a tree to lean up against and her sunshine girl trotted off with her lamb to go have some adventures of her own. The mother watched as her daughter's pale form disappeared into the distance, marveling at how much she had grown these short months. Just as with her first litter, she couldn't believe how quickly time was flying by. Soon they would be six months old and would go through their first shift. To her, they were still her three little babies, but they were turning into young adults before her very eyes. Time always went too quickly for a parent's liking. With a sigh she opened her book and took up her needles and yarn. It was taking some time, getting used to this knitting thing, but she wanted her children to have some scarves for the winter and she wanted to make them herself if she could manage.

Time passed, and she had gotten into the flow of her fingers working the needles weave and work the yarn. It was becoming easier the more she did it, and once she was able to get into the rhythm of it it became simple. It was a calming practice too, and the woman simply let her mind wander and think on many things as her hands worked. The serene scene was quickly shattered as a panicked howl split through the air and made the fey jump. her emerald eyes grew wide. Even though she had never heard that howl before, she knew it was Parker's. Without wasting a moment she stood up and was running in the direction of her little girl's wailing. Then words hit her ears just as she sighted the sugary pup. Words from Parker's very own mouth, in her never used voice. If it had been under other circumstances Savina might have wept for joy at the fact that Parker had just spoke, but at the moment her adrenaline was running and she needed to help her baby with whatever was wrong.

Savina rushed up to her, calling out. "Parker!" As she reached her daughter she knelt down in front of her, eyes frantically searching for any sign of physical hurt. "Parker, il mio bambino, che ha torto? Lei è doluto? Che l'è?" Since her daughter had spoke in her native tongue, that was automatically the language her mind had gone to. Her words came quickly from her mouth, concern thick in her voice. She had never seen Parker so upset and the mother was too frazzled to be able to see what was wrong. The missing lamb didn't even register in her head.

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