04-18-2008, 02:31 AM
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 ........The boy's mind was prone to getting lost out to sea, and even in this strange new place it was no exception. With last night's sunset and this morning's sunrise, he had determined which direction it was to Italy from this new place. His internal compass always seemed to be pointing towards his homeland, though it was even less familiar to him than his new home. As the portion of his life he had spent in Italy grew smaller and smaller, he tried to cling to the few memories he had. Golden hour in the woods, the fog in the winter. Somehow, despite how hard Beppe tried to focus on other memories, the feeling of the wooden dock on his paws always came up, followed shortly by the feeling of stepping on that boat for the first time. The end of one life, and the beginning of another. ........He saw his mother coming up the beach, and watched her walk for a while. Against these pale beaches and light skies the two Italians would be hard not to spot, darker than their fuzzy shadows. She was limping, and he remembered his promise to find someone in Clouded Tears who could help her. It was all the running, though, and the worrying, that must have made her leg bad, and a peaceful new life here would let it heal like it was meant to. ........As Maria sat down beside the boy and gave him a hug, he merely smiled, poking his nose into her shoulder before drawing away gently. Leaning against the face of the bluff again, he sighed. It was a form of communication, more than anything. Despite the night's rest he still felt physically tired, as well as mentally fatigued, and he didn't feel like using words to say it. |