Mati remembered when he had painted with Amata, it had been the day she had gained her co-rank. Being able to pass along her passion for art had brought a new found sense of accomplishment, and had led her to want to care for the pups of their pack. “I still have her paw prints on my floor.” Mati spoke with a light tone. It had been a fun day, and sharing her pictures with Cambria would be fun as well. Having another excited about her art, or art in general as Strel was, made Mati’s heart flutter. “Once this is healed though.” She remarked, knowing that she needed to keep it clean. But if there was any more pain, or if she could not leave her art supplies alone Mati would simply visit Cambi for a new bandage of some ice.
With the presence of the bird Mati felt the remembrance that lingered melt away. She looked at Cambria, a smile cracking the unhappiness that had been placed there thinking back to that night. It was like the scars disappeared, and she returned to how it felt to think of her art, to think of Ghita complaining about the alcohol, to know that Cambi was here to take care of her when the bandage got loose or tattered. There had never been any true discomfort felt in Cambira’s presence, it was just like it was happening all over again when Mati thought of that night. But it was gone now, and Mati even touched the inside of her arm lightly, feeling the scars that had not actually disappeared. Eyes remained on the female’s face, keeping her expression still and hoping not to draw attention back to the marks. The memory did not return as vividly as it had moments ago, nothing more then a shadow in her mind. It lingered to be brought forth again, but not twice this day.
Violet eyes looked at the bird, finding that he was striking. He was not the stark white like the doves in the books she read. He was not the bird that stood out before a bright blue sky holding a stand of grass, as was depicted in the human’s paintings. But he was subtle, his hue almost the cream of Cambria’s ears and foot-paws. Mati glanced down at them as she thought of it, but quickly returned her gaze to Enzo. The Church female could not believe that Cambi had fixed his broken wing, for something like that was normally the end of a bird, but the kind wolfess had saved him, gave him another chance at life. “He’s beautiful.”. She spoke, soft in tone and yet her words held a powerful truth. “We’re all lucky to have you around.” She said with a less fragile voice, lifting her hand for a second to indicate that she had saved more then just Enzo. Mati figured that she could have still been in the kitchen bleeding out on the floor, or perhaps some less dramatic variation.
Mati smiled, “Ambrose is good. He has yet to venture away from home, I though he would have by now.” She said with a laugh. “He sleeps in my bad during the day, and wanders the halls at night.” She explained with a smile on her face. Mati looked at the bird, his cooing had quieted with the contented attention his caretaker was giving him. Dark eyes looked at her, and Mati reached up slowly to see if she could touch the soft feathers of his chest as Cambria had. Unsure how the bird would react she retreated her had back to her lap and spoke, “Your quite a picture.” she glanced at Cambria’s face, and then added to explain her intention. “The two of you,” Mati paused, unsure what her friend would think of the idea. “would make a good painting.” There were moments in her life that stuck her, things that brought a surge of inspiration that might just refuse to leave her. The wolfess in her drawing had been one, banging against her mind’s door every time she had an idle moment. Mati had that feeling, and knew that she would not be able to loose the picture of Cambria holding the dove. The colors, the expression of compassion, attachment and comfort that was written on the wolfess’s face, they would not leave her.
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