I [P]romise you my heart, just promise one thing

Ghita Marino · 09-08-2010, 08:51 PM

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Woohoo! Private for Parker, set at the Koender Windmill.

Wc: 537

The day was overcast, only one of many days that week that held the same weather. For now, Mother Nature was a firmly disgruntled old woman, throwing angry, heavy charcoal greys and near-blacks among the comparatively docile silver subtler hints of rain. The temperatures were beginning to drop as fall crept ever closer, nipping at the wolves' heels as they were chased by leaves steadily turning colour. For now, however, the wind was light in it's bite, only slicing the fur slightly as a huntress made her way through the territory.

But on this day in particular, where one would expect to see Ghita in firm four-legged pursuit of a deer or rabbit at least, one saw the fae lumbering along, in Lupus form, towards the Koender Windmill, a firm destination set in mind. Her ears flapped in the wind, throwing her three silver hoop earrings around like circus performers, and the emerald grass tickled her ankles as she moved. The fae had hoped to reach the Windmill in good time when she'd departed this morning, but the mother and aunt quickly found a problem.

With the rain adding pressure to the air around her, and the moisture creeping in before an almost-certain storm, this was the exact kind of weather that wreaked havoc on the poor fae's knee. And of course, having one leg not working perfectly tended to slow one down. Halfway to the towering structure, the fae considered heading back to grab her cane, but in the end, decided her pride was more valuable at this time. Besides, she'd be making twice the journey there and back just for the comfort of the moment.

By now, the casual passer-by, if a member of Crimson Dreams, would be wondering just why the injured huntress was heading to the Windmill, especially today. There'd be an answer to the question, if you asked, of course. But Ghita's reasons remained inside her head, unspoken to the wind around. The agouti fae was heading off to check on the towering old structure, a painful memory playing itself like a broken record around her mind ever step she took on her injured knee.

With the collapse of Old Red, the huntress had been astounded to hear that her theory hadn't been considered early. Old Red, the old barn that Ghita still remembered fondly despite it's swan song, was one of the oldest structures of Crimson Dreams, and it had collapsed on a fine summer's day. Now, Ghita was no weather expert, but if the Windmill was half as old as she thought it was, and the weather kept up it's harsh assault, the fae wasn't altogether unconvinced that it wouldn't suffer the same fate as it's companion.

So that was where she was headed, and this recap of Ghita's tale has taken us up to the point where Ghita herself had finally arrived at the windmill. Tipping her head back to stare at the structure, she tilted her head slowly, taking in a deep breath to try and scent any rotten wood. If any was found, she'd have to tell Ehno, or another Carpenter of the pack, immediately, to try and avoid another catastrophe rivaling the likes of Old Red's.

Parker Sadira · 09-11-2010, 10:42 PM

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ooc...

Another day, another learning opportunity. That was the way young Parker Sadira liked to think of things. If she wasn't with one of her siblings or parents she made it her mission to learn at the very least one thing on her own each day. The passage of time had gradually changed the cinnamon and sugar pup, lengthening her bones and all around seeing her grow. She was by no means an adult, but neither was she the little pup that rarely strayed past the front porch of Haven Manor. As she had learned more and more about the Dreamer lands, Parker had become more comfortable about leaving home by herself. She usually still sought approval from her mother, father, or one of the other adults like Mati or Uncle Ehno, but not always. Today she happened to be on the trail of one of her extended family members. She knew the woman was her aunt, on her mother's side, for she had met her as a young pup. However, various things had kept Parker from spending much time with her Aunt Ghita so...when she had caught the Marino woman's scent leaving the manor, Parker used her keen nose to follow her.

The trail had smelled fairly fresh, so Parker could guess that she was close behind her. As of yet, though, she had not caught sight of her aunt. The path Ghita had followed was not one that Parker knew, for she had yet to travel to this part of Crimson Dreams, spending most of her time around Cottontail Valley, trying to focus on learning the lay of that region before moving outside of her slowly growing comfort zone. However, rounding a bend, Parker's golden gaze caught sight of the huntress, headed towards an old, rather odd structure. A windmill, that's what it was. Parker had seen one in a picture once. She had no idea that one of these buildings was in the pack lands. In truth, there was much Parker did not know, despite the fact that she already knew a lot for a young luperci.

Why was Aunt Ghita going to the windmill? She would have to find out. So, with her course of action set in her mind, the petite, Sadira girl galloped after her aunt, her quiet padfalls hardly a whisper in comparison to the sounds around her. Hopefully her aunt would hear her coming, for as of yet Parker did not speak and knew of know other way of announcing herself.

Ghita Marino · 09-12-2010, 11:45 AM

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Daww~ So cute!

Wc: 474

The agouti fae was completely enthralled in her studies, slowly limping around the structure to examine it at different angles and regarding it with a critiquing eye. Ghita was no carpenter, but she knew the basics of woodworking was nothing more than common sense - if the wood that made the vital support system of the structure was rotten and willing to give, that couldn't mean good news at all. Similarly, the outside appearances were important - any damage to that could potentially unbalance the windmill, especially since it had only three of it's four panels left.

Skirting around the outside, the timber fae moved in and out of shadows, her lithe body coming closer and closer to the structure itself as the windmill blotted out the sun. Using her ebony nose as a guide, she sniffed around for rotten wood, the only sounds her senses were aware of was the roaring in her ears due to the wind, and the creaking that came from the windmill turning it's panels. Finally reaching a spot that seemed suspect, the fae approached, her balance off-putting for anyone seeking grace, and butted the panel slightly with her nose. Only a bit of moisture could be felt, which was a relief - it wasn't tragic yet. Finally lowering her rear onto the emerald pillows of grass, the huntress lifted a single ebony claw born of an ivory finger to test the plank against her claw.

It didn't give. The wood was only slightly rotten, and so far that was the only part that Ghita had been able to sense that was a problem. Granted, the interior of the windmill hadn't yet been checked, and neither had the mechanism that moved the windmill, but for now it seemed as if the Koender windmill would live a few more years in peace. Turning around the windmill once more, her keen ears picked up on soft footfalls that were coming just off to the fae's side. Too light to be an adult wolf, the weight was just enough to be one of a small pup - or prey.

Naturally, the species of whoever approached would elicit a vastly different response from the fae, and so she turned to her nose for answers - a familiar scent bouncing back at her. Smiling softly, she turned around, finally, to see her niece Parker approaching, the aunt's heart bubbling with happiness at seeing her. "Parker - it's good to see you!" Making up the distance to the young girl, she gave the pup a light nuzzle on the crown of her head, a small pink tongue extending to lick the cinnamon ear. Ghita knew that Parker was beyond speech at this point in her development, but not necessarily beyond comprehension. "I don't think you've ever been to this part of Crimson Dreams, have you?"

Parker Sadira · 09-19-2010, 04:57 PM

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Sorry for the wait

It did not take Parker too long to follow her aunt's path to its source, and much to the Sadira's delight her aunt sensed her coming. When the two met, Aunt Ghita nuzzled and licked her, which Parker quickly returned with a couple licks of her own, her white-tipped tail wagging excitedly behind her. She was glad to see her mother's sister, and even happier that Ghita was glad to see her. With tactile greetings exchanged her aunt offered and inquiry as to it being Parker's first time in this part of Crimson Dreams. An emphatic shake of her head confirmed that indeed, the silent girl had not been to this area. However, she was always willing to explore. With her face aglow with a smile, as always it seemed, and her head cocked sideways inquisitively her desire to learn about this place was evident. The run-down windmill held lots of history in its weather worn structure, from a time long before the Dreamer pack had first been formed. Parker, as intelligent of a pup as she was, did not even think of how old the structure was, for she had yet to truly grasp that most of the buildings in Crimson Dreams were from a civilization long dead. That knowledge would come with age. For now, Parker would be content to learn anything her aunt was willing to teach her.

As her golden orbs looked upwards at her Aunt's own eyes, yet another thought passed through her head. Would she ever be an aunt? For that matter would she ever be a mama of her own? Such a question was natural for a young female, who so valued the bonds of family. She deeply loved her mama and daddy, and all her siblings, just as she knew her parents loved Uncle Ehno, Aunt Ghita and all the other extended family she knew she had. The idea of being a mama or an aunt to her siblings kids warmed her heart briefly, even though she understood that that would be a long time from now. She wasn't even an adult yet and here she was thinking about such silly things. So, just as quickly as the thought came to her, it left her and Parker returned her focus to her aunt and the exploring they were bound to engage in any minute now.

Ghita Marino · 09-19-2010, 07:32 PM

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Don't worry about it! ^^

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Ask any aunt, mother, grandmother, older sister or older cousin - you'll get the same answer across the board. To be able to embrace a niece, cousin, or child was simply the greatest experience in the world. To know that something as young and pure as a child loved you unconditionally, and trusted you without a doubt in their mind - that's responsibility. Responsibility to uphold that trust, to always be there for them, and never let them fall from grace.

And this time, it was different for Ghita. She could become a constant in the lives of Savina's second litter; for Cambria, Amata, and Gotham, the agouti aunt was a surprise to them - a relatively welcome surprise, but a surprise all the same. She hadn't been there from the start, and had to make it up to them. But that wasn't the case here, and Ghita had finally learned from the lesson she had been taught upon her arrival.

Smiling at Parker, Ghita let her niece go, receiving a verifying nod to her question. It wouldn't be too long before speech graced Parker and her litter mates, time racing ahead of them all. But for now, it would be a one-sided conversation with Ghita plowing in the lead, pulling Parker along for the ride. "Well, then, welcome to the Koender Windmill! I'm not exactly sure how long it's been here for, but it's always been around. Your mother might know more about the history than I do. I'm not even sure what it does, to be honest with you. The wind pushes it around, as you can see... but I'm not sure beyond that."

She had taken from the young girl's curious expression that she wanted to hear more about the windmill, to be educated - just as Ghita had been curious when she herself was young. Gesturing to her niece, she asked the girl to follow her as she slowly turned around the windmill, allowing her to see all aspects of it. "I'm looking at it today to see if it needs any repairs - sometimes, when things are old, they break down, and we don't want to lose the windmill. I'm checking to see if any of the mood is smelly or wet - that's a sign that the windmill is old."

Parker Sadira · 10-04-2010, 10:09 AM

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Okay I really suck. This took way to long for me to reply. Sorry. I know I could use school as an excuse, but that never works for me. I'll be better ^_^

The sheer size of the windmill took the very breathe from the Sadira girl's lungs in amazement. Now that she was right next to it, she could see just how tall it was. Of course, she was also only a pup, and therefore small, but it even in comparison to Aunt Ghita this building was sizeable. As her aunt introduced the building she turned to face the huntress, golden orbs focused intently on the elder woman's face as she spoke. She listened with rapt attention as her aunt confessed to knowing little about the purpose of the building. That was okay, she'd learn its purpose later. She was sure of that. Cinnamon tipped ears listened as the old fin's of the mill creaked as they turned with the wind. The building sounded old, it's walls likely filled with silent stories of the many storms it had weathered or the creatures it had sheltered at times.

With the signal from her aunt, the cinnamon sugar girl turned to follow her as she showed Parker more of the windmill. Aunt Ghita explained the purpose for her inspection and Parker's eyes grew wide. That sounded like an important job indeed. She did not know the true reason behind her aunt's interest in the structural integrity of the old buildings of Crimson Dreams, yet even without the knowledge of the collapse of big red the inspection of Koender Windmill sounded like a good idea. With her puppish curiosity getting the better of her, the cinnamon streaked girl padded up to the outer wall of the building to touch it with her paw and press against it with as much might as her tiny body possessed, inspecting it for herself. The wall did not budge. With a nod of satisfaction the girl turned and smiled at her aunt. The windmill seemed safe to her.

Ghita Marino · 10-07-2010, 10:46 PM

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No problem at all! I actually just got swamped with school myself. <3 Btw I love Parker. I want to take her home and just hold her for ever. >>

Wc: 453

Checking in on Artemis every few steps or so, Ghita's features creased into a grin as she saw Parker's amazement at the size of the windmill. Even to the aunt, the building was fairly tall - but not too tall as to be unscalable without a ladder. That was why Ghita's sharp eye was important at this time - every inch of the building needed to be judged appropriately to avoid another disaster. Who knew if next time a building collapsed if someone would be trapped within it again? What if pack members weren't close enough to hear? What if it was her own children trapped and calling for help underneath the falling rubble?

If Ghita had anything to say about it, this was one disaster that the pack would avoid at all costs. When the fae had been alone, she had been absorbed in her work, the hint of seriousness pricking at her lip and nagging at her mind. But Parker's arrival had actually been for the better - the fae would certainly have an aneurism if she kept up the same intense focus. And besides - she loved company, especially when it was in the form of a family member. It was a relief to have a focused audience, Ghita digressed, and even she was shocked by the young girl's curiosity - and how much she was willing to focus to get her answer. Even beyond the frontier of speech for now, her motives could be clarified easily - and Ghita didn't mind in the slightest. In fact, it was easier - she would have a heads up if her ramblings were classified as boring within those enrapturing golden eyes.

Grinning now, the aunt had watched her niece with some curiosity as she approached the windmill, letting the girl explore for herself and classify herself as a helper. Eyes sparkling with pride and appreciation, she limped over to her niece, returning the smile and giving the small child a quick nuzzle. "Thanks, caro! Are you my official helper now?" Letting her ebony nose linger in the soft, downy ivory fur for a moment longer, she withdrew to pose her question, head tilted slightly to the right in anticipation. "We should probably start looking around the base of the windmill - if you smell anything that is yucky, let me know! Do you want to go around that way? I'll go around the other, and we'll meet in the middle!" The aunt couldn't see anything too dangerous about going around the windmill's base, and Parker would be in earshot the entire time. Perhaps this would be a worthwhile endeavor after all, even if the windmill proved to be secure through and through!

Parker Sadira · 10-11-2010, 10:51 AM

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Yes Parker is adorable ^_^. She has several people in line to take her home

Aunt Ghita seemed very appreciative of Parker's help. The petite Sadira girl couldn't help but smile as her aunt nuzzled her. She would be Aunt Ghita's helper! She could do that! The vigorous nod of her head signaled precisely how eager she was to help. Golden orbs turned briefly from the huntress to look again at the windmill, wondering how she would help inspect such a large structure. However, her aunt was quick to offer instruction, and Parker was ready to listen. When Aunt Ghita finished telling Parker the plan, the cinnamon sugar girl nodded with similar vigor, but with a more determined, serious look on her face. This was important. It could be fun, and she would have fun doing it, but inspecting the windmill was a serious job. With another, brief smile to her aunt, the Sadira pup turned and started her inspection of the windmill, her nose sniffing around the wall of the windmill in a slow, up and down pattern to make sure she inspected every inch that she could reach. She'd meet her aunt around the other side of the building, just like the huntress had instructed.

Nothing would distract Parker from the job she'd been given. She was devoted to the task, and she'd follow the instructions she had been given to the letter. That was something she was good at, listening to instructions and following them. That's how she'd avoided getting into trouble all the time. If she followed the rules that the adults laid out for her siblings and herself, she wouldn't get in trouble. It seemed like a fairly straightforward thing. Besides, following the rules was easy, and she could still explore and learn just as much when following the rules as she could if she broke the rules. Therefore, in her mind, there was no need to try and break them. As such, she followed her aunt's instructions, golden orbs searching for any visual abnormalities in the windmill's structure while her nose sniffed for anything yucky. This job was easy!

Ghita Marino · 10-11-2010, 02:20 PM

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XD Daw. I'm sure she does! I love the way you write, btw. <3

Wc: 291

There was something refreshing about being around a young member of the pack - and especially a relative to boot. Simply looking at Parker's enthusiastic grin and nod gave Ghita energy like what she hadn't had for ages. It didn't matter that Ghita was injured and Parker hadn't yet started to talk - they were partners in crime now - defenders of the innocent windmills that were subject to the wind and weather. If anything was wrong with the windmill - they'd find it.

Ears trained on Parker, she made sure she could hear the tiny footfalls of her lightly-hued niece, all the while slowly patrolling the windmill. She didn't doubt in Parker's ability to smell something funny, and so wasn't worried about not catching something the youngster had missed, but was more worried about her own preoccupations causing Ghita herself to miss a funny scent.

A few moments crept by in silence, with only pawprints to claim there had been any action, but that was a relief for Ghita. If there was nothing wrong with the windmill, that meant less work for Ehno later - he wouldn't have to repair too much of the windmill, and less worry all around. Turquoise optics sparkling with relief, Ghita opened her maw to ask if Parker had found anything when a scent met the roof of her mouth - a scent definitely not natural.

Letting a sigh escape from her chest, the fae double-checked the rotten plank to make sure, before calling Parker over. The plank was at about Ghita's shoulder, and luckily it had only rotten around the edges, and looked like something that would be easy and non-essential to move. "I think I found one, Parker - what do you think?"

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