Woot! Someone grab a camera!! Wc: 841~
Whether expressed or not, the dust-coloured fae's world revolved around her family. The set of wolves that shared her blood had haunted her from her earliest days; There was Serge Russo, to start it all off, the father of the trio who had never been around, afraid to fully accept responsibility for his actions, no doubt sowing the seeds for Ghita's later lifestyle. Then, as Ghita retreated into her own world, Ehno and Savina had melded theirs together, sharing bonds that Ghita couldn't have said that she shared. As a family, they all had roles within that. Amata was the despairing mother, trying to raise three pups with an absent father. Serge was more of a legend, a ghost - something unheard of and mysterious in being. Savina and Ehno were the good pups who persevered, but Ghita retreated into herself.
And all that drama was strictly reserved to blood ties, with no mention of the mate who had left her once Ghita's miscarriage became apparent. With the amount of drama circulating the Marinos, they might as well be compared to the Italian mafia! That being said, everything had whipped around once Savina had left their homeland. Leaving her siblings behind, the ebony fae had started unwittingly preparing for the whole family to have a much better life, founding Crimson Dreams and leaving Italy behind. Ehno had actually began the journey, dropping off of Ghita's radar until she too had to depart, shamed by a miscarriage and a lover who spurned her for it, however, she became almost afraid to leave into the unknown, but eventually more afraid to stay.
Now everything seemed to be falling into place, piece by piece. The fae had finally caught up with her siblings in their new land, made a home for herself there, learned to shift, and, most importantly, found the love of her life and now had two beautiful puppies to thank for it. (That's not to say that the unexpected pregnancy didn't help manners....) In any case, Ghita had become happier than she ever could have dreamed of being in Italy, the closest she had gotten was with the nomads. Now almost unable to believe that she had ever left this place, Ghita was become part of Crimson Dreams, the Marinos central figures in that pack.
Rolling onto her side, the wolvine woman barely stifled a yawn, ears flattening and whipping around as the feeling ran it's course. Several times she had nearly fallen asleep, turquoise optics dimming before eyelids crashed on top of them like waves on the beach. Her limbs betraying her at times, they begged her to release herself, fall into a quick nap before the reunion.... But Ghita wasn't well known for short cat-naps. Finally rolling off the bed and onto her hind paws, the woman took the fall gracefully, letting the exertion ripple through her body. Practically dancing across the floor in her typical way, she reached the other side of the room easily, able to hear the fire cracking through the open door. Using the doorframe to steady herself, Ghita let her head stop spinning for the moment, not about to let the exhaustion get the better of her. If Sophia and Aro had wanted to stay up all night to hear stories about the nomads, so be it. Ghita usually wasn't the sentimental type, or the one to enjoy this sort of thing, but even she couldn't deny the spark of joy that came from having both pups sitting on her lap as she wove memories from the older days.
Eyes catching the blue/green material that had been stashed in the corner days ago, it didn't take long for her hands to find it, running slender fingers through the soft fabric over and over again. Sighing in contentment, Ghita hadn't previously known of the softness of clothes, enjoying the sarong a little too much. Lifting the material and wrapping it around her chest, she let the material drop just below the knee, straight hair falling limply just behind her shoulders. There was no mirror that she could see to check her appearance, but it was unlikely she'd be dissatisfied as she wandered down the stairs, knowing her sister would be the first one, waiting.
Sure enough, she locked onto her sister's emeralds from the door, the softest of smiles gracing pierced lips. Taking a few steps further into the room, words didn't break the silence for a few more moments, allowing the Italian fae to take her place beside her sister. These moments were so few and far between, it seemed now, what with pups to raise and herds to chase after. Inside her heart, Ghita was honored to be able to snatch a few moments alone with her sister. Raising her head towards Savina, her smile spread a little further along before speech was granted into the atmosphere.
"Are we the first ones here, it seems?"
