03-26-2010, 01:02 AM
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Longer wait is horrendous-er. x33 Yay for long philosophical and cheesy monologues! *dance* WC: 869 ~ Turquoise optics had long since been covered by furred eyelids, letting her cranium press into Cambria's auburn-hued pelt reassuringly. Feeling the sobs that racked the girl's body, something in Ghita's scarred heart cracked just a little bit more, the perspective of her young niece finally breaking the mask that she had seemed to don. Salty tears fell into the velvety fur, Ghita feeling every one as a pinprick on her back, at once furious that someone could make her niece cry like this, and despairing, knowing it was her own kin, who she held loyalty to, who had caused this, however inadvertently. Softly, Ghita lifted her head and pushed it along Cambria's arm, a soothing motion more commonly associated with the humanoid stroking, but a modified canine version. As content as she was to lie there as long as the auburn fae needed her to be there, Ghita couldn't help but feel that she could be doing more to repair her niece's broken heart. She was largely a woman of action, clearly visible throughout her history, and to be pinned to one location like this (metaphorically) was slowly destroying her for her want to heal. By no means was it the same kind of desire to heal that Cambria possessed, learning from the AniWayan wolf the secrets that would always mystify (and slightly frighten) her aunt, but the passion that lingered behind it was largely the same, as well as the motivation. Instincts that had lain dormant inside the mother for so long resurfaced with a vengeance, roaring in defense of the young from not just her womb, but her sister's as well. Time seemed to dance an odd pattern across the female Marino's life, ripping her away from her family at one point, but returning and making up for her departure in seemingly record time. The speech that the woman launched into wasn't a pretty tale by any means, not one that Cambria wanted nor deserved to hear. She should be telling her of faraway beautiful oasis's, happy fairy tales that would lift her heart, not Ghita's own troubled history! Certainly Cambria had been through enough by now without having to relive her aunt's woes. But at the same time, their own scars could bind them together; for once the older fae had something to offer Cambria, something that would be the last thing anyone would expect Ghita of being able to give. Her story tumbled forward almost not of her own accord, as if the woman had taken a seat beside Cambria to hear some older fae rattle on about ancient history, instead of telling it herself. Her gaze travelled anywhere but her niece now, too lost in the older times to keep an eye on Cambria, to imagine how it might affect her niece to hear Ghita's own story. The girl quickly became the youngest to know of her aunt's history, all others being well past youth, and knowing bits and pieces if that. Keeping the story to the barest bones possible, Ghita wrapped up her tale while returning to the present, feeling the heat on her side as she watched Cambria once more. Ears flicking as sounds were recognized, the familiar Italian comforted her even in this troubled time as she listened to her niece, a sad smile not quite reaching her eyes as she spoke. "Non posso dire che è stato il periodo più felice della mia vita." Shifting suddenly, muscles bunched beneath her and tore at the bandage as the woman leaned away from Cambria, shifting so she could greet her niece eye to eye, intending to place her offering at the girl's paws as gently as she could. Of course, she was beaten to the punch. Hearing the question Cambria posed to her, Ghita couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, bringing her right paw and placing it on Cambria's hand as she began. E così mi porti al motivo per cui ho raccontato questa storia." Blinking steadily at her niece, she let a small pause stretch between the two faes before continuing, communicating that, for once, Ghita had something useful and important to say. Era ora che era il mio migliore amico di allora. Ha preso un po 'di aiuto, e in un primo momento sembrava che il dolore sarebbe costantemente essere lì, molto simile a una lunga ombra quando il sole va giù. Ma sai cosa? It gets better. I nostri cuori sono forti, e noi siamo in grado di guarire solo se ci apriamo ad essere in grado di. Non ci sarà molta differenza domani, o addirittura il giorno dopo, o il giorno dopo, ma penso come un taglio di guarigione. In un primo momento sanguina, ma lentamente la crosta cresce più, e poi la scabbia si affievolisce, lasciando la pelle guarita dietro. Sarà meglio, Cambria, questo ve lo prometto. E non siete i soli qui. Savina, Kansas, Amata, Gotham, Jazper, e io - siamo tutti qui accanto a te. Siamo in grado di portare lei per i giorni che si desidera semplicemente sdraiarsi - e che faremo. Che fa e andrà meglio, cara, non importa quanto dolorosa ci si sente ora. Il tempo guarisce sempre di noi." |