04-29-2008, 09:00 PM
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 There were a few days of a smoky kind of phantasmagoria, with skies and seas of strange colors, and now the rains came. They brought with them the usual smell of fresh air, pulled down from the sky, but also brought the smoke that had been lingering among the clouds. It wasn't strong, not enough to cause the coughing and the hacking and the red eyes, but it was just enough to remind the young boy of what had happened weeks ago. The last moments of Icarus' life had been playing through his dreams, and needless to say, Beppe had not been sleeping well. The return of his father made Beppe's new life feel even more incongruous. He didn't know the large male very well before the boy and his mother left him, and felt like he had a lot to make up for. The younger wolf was the reason they had been separated, after all, he had been the cause of what was, doubtless, a good few months of perturbation for both his mother and his father. Now that they were back together and Beppe could see through more mature eyes, he knew that family didn't necessarily bring the utopian ideals he had thought it would. There was too much change too quickly, and the boy was in a state of internal turmoil. He had wandered from the house they were staying in, stood in front of it and stared across the sea. If they were still in Italy, they would have never even heard of the fire, and there would never have been this tension between him and his father, or between his parents. The boy tried to push these thoughts from his mind, but on such a dismal day it was difficult to focus on the finer things. The sky was a dreary gray, filled with rain clouds and smoke, and the sand on the beach beneath had turned into a gritty paste. Non essere cosi pessimista, he thought, don't be so pessimistic. Beppe's chest heaved as he sighed, and, blinking the rain off his eyelashes, he sat down on the grass and dangled his legs over the side of the bluff. Oh, how he would like to turn rain into shine. |