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Sorry for my delay here. Unexpectedly busy with school and the holiday. :[ wc: 322
Some nights, Ehno preferred the simple joy of sitting by the lakeside as the sun abandoned the skies to make way for night. He enjoyed the quiet of the transitioning evening, the colors the sky was painted with and its reflection on the still waters. He had become especially fond of spending his evenings there once the Dreamers’ struggles with AniWaya had come to an end. A simple way to remind himself that the world was at peace again. Tonight the sun was beginning the last few paces of its descent when the Italian felt content enough to return to the warm and crowded confines of the manor. He paused as he began to make his way back home, wondering if he had heard something in the distance. Amber eyes searched the horizon out where the Dreamers’ borders lie, but he was almost sure that it had been his imagination until the winds saw fit to bring the faint wisps of a scent to him.
It was a scent he recognized—Anathema—but mixed within it was another scent, one not encountered for what felt like ages. His daughter. Caprica. Without hesitation, he made his way after the scent on the wind, golden gaze eyeing the horizon with an eagerness seldom shown. One by one his girls seemed to be returning to him, their mere presence letting him know that they were okay, that they had survived what trials life saw fit to throw their way. But as he approached the form out near the borders he realized that no, everything was not alright. His midnight-pelted girl was clearly in distress and his protective instincts immediately kicked into gear. The Marino picked up his pace, hurrying over to where she sat shaking with sobs. He dropped to his knees beside her, hands reaching out to offer what comfort they could. “Caprica, cara mia, what is wrong?” Concern weighed down his words, matching the mask of worry that had slipped over his features.