06-29-2008, 11:52 PM
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Apollo stopped to look at the white picket fence, noticing just how vibrant the starch color was against the backdrop of green vegetation. He cocked his head to the side, wondering who had been the one to put this fence here and why. It surely blocked people from getting in and out, but the Twilight Vale wolves were always coming and going from the mansion. Maybe it protected them from the bad animals in the wild. Like the bears or moose. He wasn’t sure. But in a way he admired its starch white boldness. He wanted to be like the fence – defiant and stable. And in a way he was - Purpose unknown, but acknowledged all the same.
He wanted to find Savina, who had offered to teach him so more Italian. Naniko had started telling Sirius and Apollo all about new languages when they had been a bit younger, but Apollo only ever really caught on with Italian. He liked the way it sounded to him. French he just found irritating. It bothered him that Sirius knew how to say phrases in French, while Apollo didn’t. Either way, it didn’t motivate him to learn it. He would stick to Italian. It fell from his tongue much easier anyways.
"Savina!" He called out in a voice that clearly belonged to a youth. It was high and soft, suitable for the body that produced it. One day it would grow lower and powerful, but that would not be for months. "Prossimo incontrarlo dal recinto!"