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It's official - we're changing the title. XDDD jk. WC: 1200+
Although she hadn't been around when Ehno was learning English, she was making only some of the mistakes he made. If she couldn't think of the English way to say it, she either told it to her Italian-Speaking relatives, or didn't speak at all. The way she had it straightened out, they had to be two separate parts of her - not to be combined. Surely the chaos that would ensue would consume both her and her comrades (although some would be consumed with laughter more than others). "Si" was the only word that slipped in - the response was natural and most times too fast to correct.
She was still busy trying to read him, get behind what he was playing at at this point - almost over compensating and missing the evidence under her ebony nose. A fitting metaphor would be the one of chasing your own tail around and around - precisely how she felt in that moment. Her ears twitched at the bitterness barely concealed in his laugh, sympathy starting to nip at the more sensitive parts of her innards, demanding more aggressive action. Perhaps around those who weren't family, she would have lost her patience by now, but instead, she held on, for Ehno.
She knew her siblings - although she had been the third wheel in childhood, she was worming her way back into their lives again, back with a vengeance. Ghita knew them well enough to detect the subtleties that she'd be expected to waltz around, a different dance for a different sibling. At times, it drove her back to Italy in back in frustration, and she'd end up flying away from the situation, for any amount of time. It wasn't that she couldn't be patient with them, it was just that petty dramas could wear away at her already fragile composure violently.
Cambria's story both frightened her and enraged her. Her family was geared against the drugs, it seemed. At least Savina and her family were definitely pitted against them; How could she explain that Cambria hadn't been the only one to meddle with them? The answer: She wouldn't. It was a rare time that Ghita kept a secret as large as this from her family; Although she didn't feel the need to spill every detail of her life, the more important things found their way onto the table and out into the open most of the time. However, this wasn't something she had told anyone yet.
She nodded at Ehno's response, holding her tongue for now as she listened. Perhaps her question seemed out of place to her brother, but Ghita's knowledge of the substance was probably more than any other in their family - she'd be able to tell whether Cambria was in any danger of withdrawal, or just what she had gone through. Grimly, she knew that no young one should have to go through that against their will - but wasn't that how they all started? Against their will for whatever reason, but fell into the web of secrets and lies? Nodding again, she understood Ehno's desire to stay away from the topic. She'd understand it more later, of course, but for now she could understand how he wouldn't want to get too close to Cambria's pain.
It filled her with unexpected elation to know that her joke elicited some laughter, even if it was her brother who'd supply a 'pity-laugh'. She wasn't one for humor all that much, but when the need for a joke arose, even then they fell flat. Grinning at the sudden competition, she nibbled at her piercing, a habit that meant almost nothing now, thinking of a comeback. "Nono, blue is rare with wolves. Therefore a joy to see." Where eyebrows should have been furrowed, an evilish expression on her face, knowing that her logic had been sound.
Sighing, the topic returned to her niece and nephew, and the feeling of regret and small fear couldn't be shaken. E tuttavia si suppone per dire che." Although she wished that it could be true, doubt plagued her mightily - almost to the point of it becoming physical. Vorrei poter credere che tu - ma bisogna ammettere che tutti e due erano amare quando ho lasciato. Facile da strofinare su un giovane." A guilty apology had stole into the conversation - not the only one that would be spilled on that beach today. A resentful tone crept into her voice, and she looked away before carrying on with the conversation they held before.
She nodded grimly, lips tightening as she still tried to deal with the shock that Ehno had presented to her system. A billion incoherent thoughts flew around her head, dizzying her slightly. "But we all make mistakes." Those five words were more loaded than her brother could guess at; Truth be told, Naniko and Ghita weren't all that different - down to their core, they made the same choices, let down those around them, it seemed. But could they change? A question that needed to be answered all the more urgently.
"Quite an issue we've found ourselves in." She murmured, a slight growl exhibiting her mental state. The pair had just begun to cross that threshold that Ghita could take - it wouldn't be too much longer before emotion would break the dam. She understood the ivory fae's stubborn demeanor, possessing it herself, but there was a difference that became more blatantly obvious as she learned more and more about the girl. I don't want to hurt them, or myself, any more.
Ghita couldn't help agreeing with Ehno as the statement slipped from his mouth. "Without family, what we have?" A question many wolves had tried to answer - both intentionally and forced into the experiment. "I found that it's easy to run away, and harder to stay. But, perhaps it's worth it if we make it through, eh?" Her cranium turned towards the male, eyes hiding the boiling emotion that would spill in the next moments. Her head bowed slightly, letting the emotion seize her heart with a firm grip at the thought of leaving Ehno behind.
Eyes suddenly blazed with fury, breaking through her previous containment as the issue hit closer to home than he had remembered. She sprang up, fur almost crackling with anger as she glared, bringing herself up to her full height. This was his problem he brought to her, she was not about to take being snapped at like that lying down! Mi perdoni, Ehno, se io sono un po 'sensibili sul tema della perdita di cuccioli!" The spittle was flying now, her whole body charged with the emotion. It was taking all the strength in the world to contain the tears back, and she was thanking whoever was helping her at this time profusely. Deciding that she needed space, she turned, leaving him a few metres away in favor of the ocean, cranium held high against the sky. Her own miscarriage was coming up all too many times in her time here - like the beaches, she was being steadily worn away.
Her family especially knew of the hardship Ghita had been faced with, especially directly after losing her mate. Ears drooped now, rapidly losing strength in the battle to contain her fury. "We can't all have a rosy life." Compared to a year ago, Ghita's life was heaven here - Ehno's issues comparing little in her grief. With all of these pups surrounding her, day after day, every day she saw the faces of the dead, and all the Italian could to was try to hang on, try her best to survive against the odds.
It's official - we're changing the title. XDDD jk. WC: 1200+
Although she hadn't been around when Ehno was learning English, she was making only some of the mistakes he made. If she couldn't think of the English way to say it, she either told it to her Italian-Speaking relatives, or didn't speak at all. The way she had it straightened out, they had to be two separate parts of her - not to be combined. Surely the chaos that would ensue would consume both her and her comrades (although some would be consumed with laughter more than others). "Si" was the only word that slipped in - the response was natural and most times too fast to correct.
She was still busy trying to read him, get behind what he was playing at at this point - almost over compensating and missing the evidence under her ebony nose. A fitting metaphor would be the one of chasing your own tail around and around - precisely how she felt in that moment. Her ears twitched at the bitterness barely concealed in his laugh, sympathy starting to nip at the more sensitive parts of her innards, demanding more aggressive action. Perhaps around those who weren't family, she would have lost her patience by now, but instead, she held on, for Ehno.
She knew her siblings - although she had been the third wheel in childhood, she was worming her way back into their lives again, back with a vengeance. Ghita knew them well enough to detect the subtleties that she'd be expected to waltz around, a different dance for a different sibling. At times, it drove her back to Italy in back in frustration, and she'd end up flying away from the situation, for any amount of time. It wasn't that she couldn't be patient with them, it was just that petty dramas could wear away at her already fragile composure violently.
Cambria's story both frightened her and enraged her. Her family was geared against the drugs, it seemed. At least Savina and her family were definitely pitted against them; How could she explain that Cambria hadn't been the only one to meddle with them? The answer: She wouldn't. It was a rare time that Ghita kept a secret as large as this from her family; Although she didn't feel the need to spill every detail of her life, the more important things found their way onto the table and out into the open most of the time. However, this wasn't something she had told anyone yet.
She nodded at Ehno's response, holding her tongue for now as she listened. Perhaps her question seemed out of place to her brother, but Ghita's knowledge of the substance was probably more than any other in their family - she'd be able to tell whether Cambria was in any danger of withdrawal, or just what she had gone through. Grimly, she knew that no young one should have to go through that against their will - but wasn't that how they all started? Against their will for whatever reason, but fell into the web of secrets and lies? Nodding again, she understood Ehno's desire to stay away from the topic. She'd understand it more later, of course, but for now she could understand how he wouldn't want to get too close to Cambria's pain.
It filled her with unexpected elation to know that her joke elicited some laughter, even if it was her brother who'd supply a 'pity-laugh'. She wasn't one for humor all that much, but when the need for a joke arose, even then they fell flat. Grinning at the sudden competition, she nibbled at her piercing, a habit that meant almost nothing now, thinking of a comeback. "Nono, blue is rare with wolves. Therefore a joy to see." Where eyebrows should have been furrowed, an evilish expression on her face, knowing that her logic had been sound.
Sighing, the topic returned to her niece and nephew, and the feeling of regret and small fear couldn't be shaken. E tuttavia si suppone per dire che." Although she wished that it could be true, doubt plagued her mightily - almost to the point of it becoming physical. Vorrei poter credere che tu - ma bisogna ammettere che tutti e due erano amare quando ho lasciato. Facile da strofinare su un giovane." A guilty apology had stole into the conversation - not the only one that would be spilled on that beach today. A resentful tone crept into her voice, and she looked away before carrying on with the conversation they held before.
She nodded grimly, lips tightening as she still tried to deal with the shock that Ehno had presented to her system. A billion incoherent thoughts flew around her head, dizzying her slightly. "But we all make mistakes." Those five words were more loaded than her brother could guess at; Truth be told, Naniko and Ghita weren't all that different - down to their core, they made the same choices, let down those around them, it seemed. But could they change? A question that needed to be answered all the more urgently.
"Quite an issue we've found ourselves in." She murmured, a slight growl exhibiting her mental state. The pair had just begun to cross that threshold that Ghita could take - it wouldn't be too much longer before emotion would break the dam. She understood the ivory fae's stubborn demeanor, possessing it herself, but there was a difference that became more blatantly obvious as she learned more and more about the girl. I don't want to hurt them, or myself, any more.
Ghita couldn't help agreeing with Ehno as the statement slipped from his mouth. "Without family, what we have?" A question many wolves had tried to answer - both intentionally and forced into the experiment. "I found that it's easy to run away, and harder to stay. But, perhaps it's worth it if we make it through, eh?" Her cranium turned towards the male, eyes hiding the boiling emotion that would spill in the next moments. Her head bowed slightly, letting the emotion seize her heart with a firm grip at the thought of leaving Ehno behind.
Eyes suddenly blazed with fury, breaking through her previous containment as the issue hit closer to home than he had remembered. She sprang up, fur almost crackling with anger as she glared, bringing herself up to her full height. This was his problem he brought to her, she was not about to take being snapped at like that lying down! Mi perdoni, Ehno, se io sono un po 'sensibili sul tema della perdita di cuccioli!" The spittle was flying now, her whole body charged with the emotion. It was taking all the strength in the world to contain the tears back, and she was thanking whoever was helping her at this time profusely. Deciding that she needed space, she turned, leaving him a few metres away in favor of the ocean, cranium held high against the sky. Her own miscarriage was coming up all too many times in her time here - like the beaches, she was being steadily worn away.
Her family especially knew of the hardship Ghita had been faced with, especially directly after losing her mate. Ears drooped now, rapidly losing strength in the battle to contain her fury. "We can't all have a rosy life." Compared to a year ago, Ghita's life was heaven here - Ehno's issues comparing little in her grief. With all of these pups surrounding her, day after day, every day she saw the faces of the dead, and all the Italian could to was try to hang on, try her best to survive against the odds.