stars never speak to me

Ghita Marino · 09-07-2010, 10:18 AM

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Set at the Manor. :3
Wc: 573

The day was beginning to draw to a close, the sun painting the periwinkle sky with it's last breaths of purple, pink, and orange, casting a lukewarm glow on the land. The ebony shadows grew long beneath Ghita's feet as she sat on the porch, taking advantage of the clear day to watch the sunset from somewhere other than her room. The nomad had grown even more restless as of late than normal, causing the fae to wander Crimson Dreams' territories even more, the fae beginning to be able to navigate her new home in her sleep alone.

But just because the fae felt the need to wander more and obeyed this deep desire didn't mean that her movement had become any easier. Even after all this time since Old Red had collapsed on her and her pack, her knee still hadn't healed fully. The injury still forced her to walk with a limp, more pronounced depending on the distance or the weather. Walking with a cane or walking stick helped her greatly, but injured a whole other side of her; her pride.

That's why part of her was relieved when she had lost her walking stick after playing with Alder, and another part was chastised. It was hard for Ghita to accept that she truly needed a walking stick now, although that might just be best for her healing. The agouti fae still could maneuver well without it, although running in her Secui and Lupus forms were easier than her Optime. The fae had done her best to hide her discomfort from her friends and family, as her pride dictated, but those who knew her well could easily see through the facade.

In the time her thoughts had taken to whisk her away, the sun had finally slipped behind the horizon, leaving nothing but the remnants of light and shadows to the land she knew well - and had to admit she had grown to love. Standing up with a little bit of effort, the light wind tugged at her ocean blue sarong which hung over her slight frame, the Optime fae maneuvered herself up the few stairs that hugged the porch, quietly slipping into the house like a wounded shadow.

Breathing deeply, the fae instantly divided all of the scents of the Crimson Dreamers apart, seeking out the one particular one she was searching for. Ehno's scent was mixed in with the rest, but not immediately apparent - he hadn't passed by here too recently, but that didn't mean that he wasn't in the Manor. Her brother was one of the best Carpenters in this pack, and the others she knew of, and the fae knew that he was skilled in woodworking. Ages ago, he had given Amata a toy made by his own hands that the girl had cherished for some time afterwards.

There was no one she trusted more to help her find another, long-term walking stick. It would have to be durable and solid, if her training with Marcus would be effective, but that didn't mean that Ghita could use just any stick she picked up off the ground. If she was going to have to use this stick for a while, the fae wanted to enjoy it. Peeking her head around the doorway of the main room, her voice called lightly out to her brother, wondering if he was in the manor at all. "Ehno? Are you here?"

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Ehno Marino · 09-27-2010, 08:52 PM

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ilu, please don't hate me for taking forever with this. D: Also, I have no idea what is going on in my post here. o: wc:365

It felt to Ehno that he had drifted through the last few weeks in a fog, hardly noticing at all how quickly time seemed to be passing. He couldn't pinpoint the reasons why he felt so stuffy and restless, and it seemed almost a miracle that he even realized that he was out of sorts at all. Some days he was almost certain that it was because he felt that his life had come to a standstill. Worries of his children and their mother had haunted him consistently in those weeks past, but he couldn't seem to do anything about it. Everything seemed to be drifting apart, more and more each day, and it left him feeling hollow and useless these days.

Lingering within the Crimson Dreams borders left him feeling caged in most days, stuck. Even his usual remedy of wanderlust did nothing but leave a bad taste in his mouth. It only served to remind him that he wasn't doing anything with his life, that he couldn't even work up the courage to make the trek all the way to Phoenix Valley to see what had become of his children. No, wandering did not help him at all. It only served to make him feel worse.

Today the hours had drifted by in that same foggy way, bringing the various colours of dusk to the land before he even knew it. The Marino slipped out of his little workshop at the end of one wing of the manor where he had spent the majority of his day. He hadn't been productive at all, and when he finally noticed through the window just how late it was becoming, he finally resigned to giving up for the day and heading out. As he sauntered through the darkening hallway, he was almost certain he heard a voice call out for him from the main room, his sister's voice to be exact. Ehno picked up his pace slightly, hurrying along to the main room to find Ghita peaking around the doorway. He came to a halt in front of her, head tilting slightly to the side as he regarded her. "You called?" he asked, amber gaze studying her silently.

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Ghita Marino · 09-29-2010, 10:53 PM

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Nawh - don't worry about it! I'm just glad you still want to go forward with it. =D
Wc: 420

Ehno's sister was only a sliver of a second away from giving up, turning her cranium and retreating back into her room to sulk. Her pride wouldn't suffer, in the end, and she could get by without her walking stick. She didn't need anything to help her - she was better than that... right? As the seconds crawled by with clinging fingers, her mind became more and more made up, which was why her timber-coloured brother's sudden appearance was all the more shocking.

Ears perking up, forming erect tents on her head, Ghita's expression was one of surprise, turquoise orbs flying wide in an instant, but settling down back to normal size just as he arrived in front of her. Allowing her face to melt into a smile, she nodded, genuinely happy to see her brother again. Being of a relatively high rank in Crimson Dreams, she was kept more or less abreast of the issues affecting the pack, and so she had heard snippets of the latest drama afflicting her brother. Also, it wasn't too much of a disadvantage to have the leader as a sister.

"Yeah, I did." She had been leaning lightly against the wall to keep her leg off of the floor, avoiding any trace of pain at all costs. It was an action she did almost without thinking, the shifting of weight becoming similar to second nature. But now she straightened up, indicating movement to come, and waved her brother to follow her to the sitting-room, to sit by the empty and deserted fireplace. She had a favor to ask of Ehno, that was true, but that didn't mean she couldn't take the chance to catch up with him. Besides, she needed the time to restore her resolve in asking him to make her the walking stick. "I feel like I haven't seen you a lot in the past few days. How're you?"

Her speech came in a more rhythmic, flowing way, resembling the grace it held in Italian but not coming anywhere close. Consonants still chopped up the words she spoke, vowels still pulled them in all the wrong directions, but in the end the English spilled out of her ebony lips much more eloquently than they had when Ghita had first arrived here a year ago. Lowering herself into one of the nearby chairs, she kept her optics trained on her brother's ambers, awaiting his response with the serenity of one who had all the time in the world - and knew it.

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Ehno Marino · 10-31-2010, 12:34 AM

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-tries to revive Ehno muse- ;~;

Ehno's lips pulled back into a smile that mirrored his sister's, her happiness stirring up a bit of his own. In these last few foggy and reclusive weeks, he hadn't seen much of either of his sisters. Perhaps it was good that he'd bumped into Ghita here when he did. Spending time with his sibling would be much better for him than whittling away the hours wandering alone through the territory again. He followed her wordlessly into the sitting room, taking a seat in an adjacent chair.

His ear's twitched at the sound of her words and he took a silent moment to mull them over, staring at his hands folded on his lap. How was he? He wasn't even sure himself. There was just that ever-present restlessness and that budding seed of self-loathing that he wasn't even sure existed. The Marino shrugged in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner, gaze finally lifting from his hands to catch his sister's oceanic orbs. "Yeah. I'm fine," said, pausing briefly. "Restless, maybe." Why not be honest? But even so, he couldn't bring himself to mention the thoughts that plagued him and made him feel so lost. No need to be a total downer.

"How about you? Life going smoothly, I assume?" There was a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head as he spoke. Ghita seemed just as lively as ever. Surely all had been going well with her while he was wallowing in self-pity. And she had called out for him just moments ago, hadn't she? Ehno wondered what she had needed, but made no mention of it just yet--she would likely bring it up soon enough if it had been important.

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Ghita Marino · 10-31-2010, 04:12 PM

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Ehno! We've missed you! <33
Wc: 376

Perhaps her question had bothered him. It had seemed harmless enough, a question anyone would ask passing another wolf, but no one was obligated to answer a stranger at all, let alone truthfully. But siblings held that obligation, even if Ghita didn't play that at the moment. If anything, she was desperately scrabbling at something, anything, to hold off the questions and the time where she would have to drag up her own motivations and lay herself bare in front of her brother, stripped of any defenses.

Just for a moment, in the second before Ehno's eyes flickered to her own optics, Ghita caught a glimpse of something so fleeting she questioned whether she saw it at all. A glimpse of something being hidden away from her, that he didn't want to bring up. Any other fae might've been hurt by this, but as the queen of avoidance tactics Ghita allowed her siblings that luxury, knowing that sometimes love didn't have anything to do with what you hid from others. Hearing of Ehno's restless state, the fae couldn't help but pose a lopsided smile towards him, both siblings knowing that the sensation was all too familiar. "Yeah, I know the feeling." Offering sympathy in a glance to her brother, she let a slender hand climb to fiddle with a lock of chestnut hair, enjoying the unweighted silence between them while it lasted.

Letting a breath hiss between her white teeth, she nodded, letting her hand fall onto the chair once more. "For the most part. Aro and Sophia are growing up well, although I'm still worried about them. I think I'll always be worried. I know they're capable of taking care of themselves... but it seems like just yesterday that they were just small puppies." Loosing this burden from her shoulders after a long while of carrying it around felt nice, but it wasn't the true motivation behind her conversation with Ehno. "Have... you heard from your children at all?" She asked delicately, hoping in her slightly bent ears that the conversation wasn't about to take a nastier turn. She was simply playing the role of concerned sister and aunt, knowing it must be tough for her brother not to have his children near him.

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