05-14-2010, 03:02 PM
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Yay for auntie love! *summons Cambria* Prepare to be hugged. **This thread occurs before mine with Ehno, right?** Wb: 500~ It had been weeks, innumerable and uncountable days, and infinite hours that had stretched between the two since they had seen each other. The last Ghita had heard of Cambria first-hand was that she was crushed in the barn, her shrill voice still haunting Ghita's dreams as the auburn fae cried out in fear and pain. The only thing that had managed to keep Ghita stationary and unable to help Cambria was her rashness, causing the barn to fall and crush the wayward aunt beneath it's menacing beams. Ghita had never possessed the genes needed to be a good family member. Roaming was in her blood & bones, her spirit unable to let the fae linger in one place for more than a few weeks ever since Ehno and Savina had left Ghita behind in Italy. Her father had never been around, and her first mate had left Ghita for another female in a situation that startlingly resembled her mother's. Ghita had wandered with Nomads for years and years, coming to Crimson Dreams at a time where her own hurts were barely healed over, and then bolting once more as her scars were ripped open by seeing her sister's successes. So her return had been met with some resentment, a small amount of betrayal mixed into the melting pot of emotions that the Marinos were subject to. But Ghita had finally become content to contain her roaming to Nova Scotia's borders, heartstrings being pulled and tethered to Crimson Dreams. She had finally gotten to know her nieces and nephews, create her very own family, before events that followed threatened to steal everything away. Rising to her one good hind paw from her bed, her lithe optime body moved like a graceful river, her frame slipping and sliding over the blankets until her walking stick was in reach, using it to pull the fae to a standing position. The worry that had plagued the aunt suddenly flared as her balance was unattainable, the woman swaying half a foot backwards and forwards for a few painstaking moments, the woman finally able to steady herself after weeks of inaction. With a set destination in mind, Ghita began with baby steps out of the room, the final goal residing in the mansion alone. Following the pathway that wound to Cambria's room, the fae was by no means a silent traveller, sounding more like a pirate with a gimpy leg than a worried aunt. Finally after a few minutes able to mute her shuffling, the woman crossed the remaining few feet to reach Cambria's room. Not panting necessarily, but slightly out of breath, the woman leaned her back against the wall that stood nearby, her ribs protesting somewhat as her back hit the wall with a soft 'thud'. Gathering her walking stick in her paw, she used it to rap on the door three times, the aunt desperately hoping that her journey had not been for naught and her niece was lingering inside and healing quite nicely. "." |