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No problemo whatsoever! ^^ I'm happy waiting around. WC: 1000+
Out of the corner of her turquoise pools, resting peacefully inside the caverns of her cranium, she saw the sand move of seemingly it's own accord, save for the large paw steering it from behind. Watching it for a soft moment, a contented smile lingering just beyond the corners of her mouth. "When I was, resting, waiting to come to Crimson, I made big drawing in sand. See little left now." The fractured English was splinted by Italian tones, giving musical grace to the words before grammar and sense made it's own little cameo. If her own brother couldn't understand her, it was easier to slip into Italian, but Crimson Dreams didn't know the language. She couldn't be trapped by her own apathy any longer.
It truly was a sight to see, unrivaled by any place in this new country. Back in Italy, Ghita had made a point of making her way, when she could, to an amazing vantage point that witnessed the sun's long ascent. But Halifax held little trace of Italy's beauty, spinning the sky to make it all it's own. Flashes of vermillion, clementine, and floral hues swept the previously still periwinkle canvas, white accents lazily drifting from one place to another. There was a wall between them right now, the two siblings. Built by one and torn down by the same one, there was nothing Ghita could do but wait.
Italian flowed once more, and she lazily turned her head to the sound. Listening in English was another story entirely; She had to stop whatever she was doing and focus on the strangely strung syllables, and pray for meaning to fall and hit her on the head. With Italian, her keen ears could come into play, her optics not even opening as her cranium turned. Che, la nostra nipotina è. Un cuore grande per un piccolo corpo" The ivory pup was mentioned in high praises, two adults discussing such a pup under the rising sun seemed oddly fitting for Amata. She'd rise into her own sky in time.
"Fairly well is okay, but not molto buono" The mixture of the two languages showed the dedication Ghita had to putting this statement across. She knew, simply by his actions, there was something bothering her brother. At this point her optics opened, relinquishing the feeling of the sun creeping across your body in favor of the unasked, and unanswered questions. In due time, however; Her question regarding the youngest members of her family had begun to be answered - this she wanted to pay attention to.
Ho solo sentito un po 'di pennello Cambria con la droga. Sapete che cosa è accaduto in ulteriori dettagli?" Savina had informed her upon her arrival of her niece's tangle, and yet only knew that the commander was also involved with these. Ghita had tried her own take on them from time to time with the nomads, but stayed away from harrowing addictions, for the most part. Perhaps this can be an experience I can talk to her about. She thought - able to stray into harsh territory strictly because she herself had been there before. E 'bello sentire che sta meglio. Savina deve aver preso duramente, insieme al resto." It was refreshing to be able to speak to someone so candidly about her sister; Granted, it was their brother, but all the same, the need for secrecy fell off like an ill-fitting pelt.
Gotham ... era quello bruno con gli occhi blu intenso, come il mio, giusto?" Her nephew was the only one of the litter she hadn't seen from birth - she had met Amata in the barn, and had seen Cambria while the pack had assembled, but Gotham had always managed to escape notice. So Amata stato felice di incontrare me, ma pensi che gli altri si risentono loro zia di non essere in tutto prima?" A worry that frequently plagued her now, whereas before a wolf's opinion of her held very little merit. They might have inherited their mother's spite.
Worry about her existing relatives would have to wait, it seemed. The words were spoken in Italian, so there were select few that could understand it's meaning. And those who could understand the tongue would not be able to pass over what that meant, no matter how much they wanted to. Furrowing her brow, Ghita's gaze turned to the amber eyes of her brother, only to find that they were trapped in the trenches he was building. Slightly irked by the cowardice, a paw much smaller than her brothers found it's way on top of his, dusty browns accented by silver and finished with white toe socks. Meeting Ehno's eyes, she stared at him dead-on, surprise hidden behind neutrality. Non ero a conoscenza di avere un compagno nel Pack, Ehno. Congratulazioni." The naive words were burdened by an unhappy tone, one fully aware of the situation that dawned on them now. There wasn't a mystery mate in Crimson Dreams - Ehno's love was elsewhere. Sono sicuro che Savina sarà felice di lasciarla nel nostro pack - la famiglia deve stare insieme, soprattutto dopo che siamo appena tornati insieme." Fully aware her last point was no one's fault but her own, that couldn't stop her from bringing it up, just asking Ehno to fight her on this.
Perhaps it could be passed off as ignorance of pack life. After all, she had been roaming for some time now, living under her own rules. But Ghita knew more than she passed off - another hurdle that her English was posing in front of her. She could be angry that her brother was having an affair outside the pack, but she wasn't. Not quite one to chastise about leaving, she was trapped under her own mistakes, as she always seemed to be. She moved her paw off of Ehno's silently, sitting back on her haunches but shifting so she was looking at him dead on. Come ben presto sono da aspettarsi?" Torn between siblings, she realized how much it took for Ehno to tell her himself. Ghita appreciated it greatly, knowing that in his position, she'd likely run off as she had before. Sono uno dei primi a saperlo?" Silently, she asked the question that Ehno didn't want to answer. 'What has Savina said, if anything?'
No problemo whatsoever! ^^ I'm happy waiting around. WC: 1000+
Out of the corner of her turquoise pools, resting peacefully inside the caverns of her cranium, she saw the sand move of seemingly it's own accord, save for the large paw steering it from behind. Watching it for a soft moment, a contented smile lingering just beyond the corners of her mouth. "When I was, resting, waiting to come to Crimson, I made big drawing in sand. See little left now." The fractured English was splinted by Italian tones, giving musical grace to the words before grammar and sense made it's own little cameo. If her own brother couldn't understand her, it was easier to slip into Italian, but Crimson Dreams didn't know the language. She couldn't be trapped by her own apathy any longer.
It truly was a sight to see, unrivaled by any place in this new country. Back in Italy, Ghita had made a point of making her way, when she could, to an amazing vantage point that witnessed the sun's long ascent. But Halifax held little trace of Italy's beauty, spinning the sky to make it all it's own. Flashes of vermillion, clementine, and floral hues swept the previously still periwinkle canvas, white accents lazily drifting from one place to another. There was a wall between them right now, the two siblings. Built by one and torn down by the same one, there was nothing Ghita could do but wait.
Italian flowed once more, and she lazily turned her head to the sound. Listening in English was another story entirely; She had to stop whatever she was doing and focus on the strangely strung syllables, and pray for meaning to fall and hit her on the head. With Italian, her keen ears could come into play, her optics not even opening as her cranium turned. Che, la nostra nipotina è. Un cuore grande per un piccolo corpo" The ivory pup was mentioned in high praises, two adults discussing such a pup under the rising sun seemed oddly fitting for Amata. She'd rise into her own sky in time.
"Fairly well is okay, but not molto buono" The mixture of the two languages showed the dedication Ghita had to putting this statement across. She knew, simply by his actions, there was something bothering her brother. At this point her optics opened, relinquishing the feeling of the sun creeping across your body in favor of the unasked, and unanswered questions. In due time, however; Her question regarding the youngest members of her family had begun to be answered - this she wanted to pay attention to.
Ho solo sentito un po 'di pennello Cambria con la droga. Sapete che cosa è accaduto in ulteriori dettagli?" Savina had informed her upon her arrival of her niece's tangle, and yet only knew that the commander was also involved with these. Ghita had tried her own take on them from time to time with the nomads, but stayed away from harrowing addictions, for the most part. Perhaps this can be an experience I can talk to her about. She thought - able to stray into harsh territory strictly because she herself had been there before. E 'bello sentire che sta meglio. Savina deve aver preso duramente, insieme al resto." It was refreshing to be able to speak to someone so candidly about her sister; Granted, it was their brother, but all the same, the need for secrecy fell off like an ill-fitting pelt.
Gotham ... era quello bruno con gli occhi blu intenso, come il mio, giusto?" Her nephew was the only one of the litter she hadn't seen from birth - she had met Amata in the barn, and had seen Cambria while the pack had assembled, but Gotham had always managed to escape notice. So Amata stato felice di incontrare me, ma pensi che gli altri si risentono loro zia di non essere in tutto prima?" A worry that frequently plagued her now, whereas before a wolf's opinion of her held very little merit. They might have inherited their mother's spite.
Worry about her existing relatives would have to wait, it seemed. The words were spoken in Italian, so there were select few that could understand it's meaning. And those who could understand the tongue would not be able to pass over what that meant, no matter how much they wanted to. Furrowing her brow, Ghita's gaze turned to the amber eyes of her brother, only to find that they were trapped in the trenches he was building. Slightly irked by the cowardice, a paw much smaller than her brothers found it's way on top of his, dusty browns accented by silver and finished with white toe socks. Meeting Ehno's eyes, she stared at him dead-on, surprise hidden behind neutrality. Non ero a conoscenza di avere un compagno nel Pack, Ehno. Congratulazioni." The naive words were burdened by an unhappy tone, one fully aware of the situation that dawned on them now. There wasn't a mystery mate in Crimson Dreams - Ehno's love was elsewhere. Sono sicuro che Savina sarà felice di lasciarla nel nostro pack - la famiglia deve stare insieme, soprattutto dopo che siamo appena tornati insieme." Fully aware her last point was no one's fault but her own, that couldn't stop her from bringing it up, just asking Ehno to fight her on this.
Perhaps it could be passed off as ignorance of pack life. After all, she had been roaming for some time now, living under her own rules. But Ghita knew more than she passed off - another hurdle that her English was posing in front of her. She could be angry that her brother was having an affair outside the pack, but she wasn't. Not quite one to chastise about leaving, she was trapped under her own mistakes, as she always seemed to be. She moved her paw off of Ehno's silently, sitting back on her haunches but shifting so she was looking at him dead on. Come ben presto sono da aspettarsi?" Torn between siblings, she realized how much it took for Ehno to tell her himself. Ghita appreciated it greatly, knowing that in his position, she'd likely run off as she had before. Sono uno dei primi a saperlo?" Silently, she asked the question that Ehno didn't want to answer. 'What has Savina said, if anything?'