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- Ghita Marino - 07-19-2010 [html] ooc goodnesssss So sorry this took so long! >< I fail at life. Set at Lenape River Wc: 401 "Etiam sit amet lacus sem, vitae dignissim massa." .ghitajulygift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#8c99a5; letter-spacing:1px; } .ghitajulygift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; text-align:center;} .ghitajulygift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .ghitajulygift01 {margin:0 auto; width:381px; background-color:#e2d3c4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly01a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0e7df; padding: 190px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .ghitajulygift01-border1 {width:383px; border:1px solid #0b151e; margin:0 auto;} .ghitajulygift01-line1 {width:357px; border-bottom:1px dotted #baada2; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 07-25-2010 [html] You don't fail! I'm sorry for the wait as well. 300+ The river reached before him, a sparkling silver ribbon across the plain. When he looked closely enough, let his vision focus on nothing but the stream of clear water, he could see a myriad of colors like tiny jewels shining in the sun. Evening was fast approaching, and in its waning golden light the river was at its best for the day. After an afternoon patrol of the borders, Kansas was hot and getting drowsy. He sought Lenape River for its shade and for the cooling breeze that played off the water. He had come here before to ease his mind, remembering that experience fondly enough to repeat it. He lay his muzzle over one paw, the other dangling over the pebbled shore into the crisp water. In that moment, his heart ached for Savina. It seemed wrong to enjoy the beauty of the river without her. She should be resting right beside him, listening to the rushing water. Sometimes he wondered if he loved her too much. It didn't seem normal to be missing her so deeply when they'd only parted late that morning. He was looking forward to nothing more than returning home to kiss her. When he had finished considering that he was overly in love with his wife, Kansas laughed audibly. He loved being in love with Savina. It was the greatest truth in his life. He couldn't bear relaxation any longer. It was time to go home. Kansas yawned lazily, licking his chops as his snowy muzzle closed. He lifted himself to his feet with ease, limbs dirtied by sparse traces of sand. Looking across the narrow length of river, the shape of a feminine werewolf leaning against a cane was clearly defined in the sharpness of evening sun. Kansas could not figure out who the woman was, but it would not due to depart before he found out. True, he wished to sneak away and make the short trek home immediately so he could see his wife and pups. But he had obtained a higher rank than ever before, he was obligated to be respectful. Crossing the river was not difficult for him. He leaped from rock to rock with sure and practiced paws. As he reached the opposite bank, Kansas studied the figure again. Ghita was easy to recognize now that he could see her face clearly. He barked softly to the agouti woman. Ghita. His tail wagged steadily. He had not socialized with his sister-in-law much — in fact, he barely knew her at all. .kansas-b20-ooc {font-style:italic; } .kansas-b20 p {padding:0px 7px 5px 7px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kansas-b20 b {color:#69584B; letter-spacing:.8px;} .kansas-b20 {background-color:#D7C9B2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010m ... stable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:290px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FEFEFE; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#9E8C78; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:15px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .kansas-b20-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } </style> [/html] - Ghita Marino - 07-25-2010 [html] Nono! No problem. ^^ Wc: 324 "Etiam sit amet lacus sem, vitae dignissim massa." .ghitajulygift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#8c99a5; letter-spacing:1px; } .ghitajulygift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; text-align:center;} .ghitajulygift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .ghitajulygift01 {margin:0 auto; width:381px; background-color:#e2d3c4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly01a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0e7df; padding: 190px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .ghitajulygift01-border1 {width:383px; border:1px solid #0b151e; margin:0 auto;} .ghitajulygift01-line1 {width:357px; border-bottom:1px dotted #baada2; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 07-29-2010 [html] I intended for kansas to be in wolf form, but no biggie! Now he is magically in Optime form! Yay! 300+ He took note of their similarities, particularly their shared eye color. The last time the man had looked into the mirror, he'd been startled to see that his eyes had brightened, gaining shades of deeper blues and greens to form the soft turquoise that they shined now, like the color of the sky. He knew that his eyes were the same hue as Ghita's, yet the idea was strange. His orbs were formerly a washed-out blue, rather than the vibrant shade of the agouti woman's that they were now. Yeah, sure, he responded, smiling and moving to stand beside her. He knew little about the Master Sergeant, but what he did know had come from Savina's lips. He remembered the sable woman's anger towards Jazper for getting Ghita pregnant, her concern for her sister's well being during that pregnancy, and finally her relief when Aro and Sophia were born safely. Obviously, his mate cared deeply for her sister. He could spare a few moments of his evening for her. She was definitely worth his time. I love the river, he explained simply in response to her first question, with a small shrug. He had hoped for fish, but the sun was too bright for them to venture from the shadows. How are your pups? I guess they're not pups, anymore, he added as an awkward afterthought, snickering. How quickly time seemed to slip away from him. He remembered meeting Aro and Sophia when they were tiny infants, but the memory was so clear that it could have been borne of yesterday. .kansas-b20-ooc {font-style:italic; } .kansas-b20 p {padding:0px 7px 5px 7px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kansas-b20 b {color:#69584B; letter-spacing:.8px;} .kansas-b20 {background-color:#D7C9B2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010m ... stable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:290px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FEFEFE; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#9E8C78; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:15px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .kansas-b20-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } </style> [/html] - Ghita Marino - 08-05-2010 [html] OH gosh! I'm so sorry! If you want to keep him in Lupus, that's fine - I'll edit the post! Wc: 430 "Etiam sit amet lacus sem, vitae dignissim massa." .ghitajulygift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#8c99a5; letter-spacing:1px; } .ghitajulygift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; text-align:center;} .ghitajulygift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .ghitajulygift01 {margin:0 auto; width:381px; background-color:#e2d3c4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly01a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0e7df; padding: 190px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .ghitajulygift01-border1 {width:383px; border:1px solid #0b151e; margin:0 auto;} .ghitajulygift01-line1 {width:357px; border-bottom:1px dotted #baada2; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 08-06-2010 [html] No no no, it's fine, dear! And I likes your writing skills, by the way. ♥ 300+ He linked her soft sigh to admiration of the river, the ocean. Water was such a blessing, giving life to all the living things that often took it for granted. Kansas loved sitting so quietly beside the constant, flowing energy of the water, appreciating its beauty with simple satisfaction. Perhaps Ghita was doing the same at this very moment. Though he was aware of everything she mentioned about her trip across the ocean and about her namesake, he listened carefully nonetheless. "Marino" is a... a beautiful name, he said in approval. He already considered Savina his jewel from the sea. Kansas nodded knowingly when she spoke of her children, another small smile growing upon his angular features. He had noticed the same thing in his own puppies — how quickly their bodies grew while they remained so ignorant in their minds. Or perhaps she meant that her children's rapid maturation surprised her. Without knowing her meaning, he could do little more than nod and smile, though he felt stupid for his lack of response. He needn't have worried , for her question brought him to a different, happier place in his mind. This time his smile warmed as he considered his newest litter. They're great, he spoke with a wag of his silken tail. I'm lucky to have them. Needless to say, the anxious young wolf worried about his children all the time, constantly conscious of the dangers that surrounded them. Yet even his eldest litter lived, and for this he felt extremely blessed. With a contented sigh of his own, Kansas voiced the question that had been nagging at him since they first encountered. ...What happened to your leg? Her injury concerned him (she was a pack mate, after all), though he was happy to see her bright-eyed and smiling all the same. Perhaps she wasn't in too much pain. .kansas-b20-ooc {font-style:italic; } .kansas-b20 p {padding:0px 7px 5px 7px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kansas-b20 b {color:#69584B; letter-spacing:.8px;} .kansas-b20 {background-color:#D7C9B2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010m ... stable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:290px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FEFEFE; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#9E8C78; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:15px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .kansas-b20-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } </style> [/html] - Ghita Marino - 08-07-2010 [html] Aw, thanks so much! I like yours too! <3 Wc: 483 "Etiam sit amet lacus sem, vitae dignissim massa." .ghitajulygift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#8c99a5; letter-spacing:1px; } .ghitajulygift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; text-align:center;} .ghitajulygift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .ghitajulygift01 {margin:0 auto; width:381px; background-color:#e2d3c4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly01a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0e7df; padding: 190px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .ghitajulygift01-border1 {width:383px; border:1px solid #0b151e; margin:0 auto;} .ghitajulygift01-line1 {width:357px; border-bottom:1px dotted #baada2; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 08-10-2010 [html] 300+ Kansas was proud about only one thing — and that was his relationship with Savina. As a child and adolescent, he dreamed of finding a connection with someone such as what he had with his sable princess, but never had he expected his dream to come true. Love was the stuff of the tales he read in his precious books, so he had thought until he met Her. He wondered what he had done to deserve the love he shared with Savina, but he rarely questioned it anymore. Instead, he was thankful. Often he whispered his thanks at night to whatever had pushed them onto paths that met, and asked that they walk through life together forever. He did not know if the sort of love he and Savina had for each other was common, and he pondered this all the time as he looked upon other couples. He knew nothing about Ghita's relationship with Jazper, but he hoped that they loved each other. Jazper was a good man, and Ghita a good woman. They deserved happiness with one another and with their beautiful children. A rush of memory nearly took Kansas' breath away as Ghita voiced her curiosity. His mother's face flashed in his mind, the soft green of her eyes like the depths of a lonely, melancholy forest. The boy shook his head to rid his mind's eye of her face, and spoke his disappointing answer. I'm not sure, either. I would like to know. Perhaps he would never. The immediate family of his childhood had fallen apart, his mother and brother dead, his father and twin missing. The only sibling who remained as he did was Ember, but she was too busy for him to bother with petty questions. His pale ears fell back slightly. A change had come over the agouti woman, as if the subject of her leg was one she did not like to discuss. I'm sorry, he interjected softly, his expression and tone alike exceedingly apologetic. He remembered the incident as clearly as if it had occurred yesterday. He'd never felt the same dread as when his daughter was nearly lost in the collapsed barn. Yes... I remember. I've never thanked you... for... for trying to save her, he had to say. His eyes had darkened, the feeling of inadequacy creeping upon him. He should have rescued his daughter. Ghita's leg would have been saved if only he had arrived sooner. If only he had the gumption to throw himself into the barn without question. .kansas-b20-ooc {font-style:italic; } .kansas-b20 p {padding:0px 7px 5px 7px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kansas-b20 b {color:#69584B; letter-spacing:.8px;} .kansas-b20 {background-color:#D7C9B2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010m ... stable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:290px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FEFEFE; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#9E8C78; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:15px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .kansas-b20-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } </style> [/html] - Ghita Marino - 08-16-2010 [html] ^_^ Bonding time, ftw. Wc: 500 "Etiam sit amet lacus sem, vitae dignissim massa." .ghitajulygift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#8c99a5; letter-spacing:1px; } .ghitajulygift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; text-align:center;} .ghitajulygift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .ghitajulygift01 {margin:0 auto; width:381px; background-color:#e2d3c4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly01a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0e7df; padding: 190px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .ghitajulygift01-border1 {width:383px; border:1px solid #0b151e; margin:0 auto;} .ghitajulygift01-line1 {width:357px; border-bottom:1px dotted #baada2; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 08-22-2010 [html] I effed up on my last post. Kansas knew that Ehno saved Cambria, so I changed it slightly. It can still make sense with your post, I just wanted to call this to your attention. So sorry! 300+ Kansas wished that his mind would stay on one track, but it always seemed to go everywhere at once whenever he spoke with someone he did not know well. He couldn't calm the storm of his thoughts, the nervousness, the questions of how the other percieved him. It was ironic that he was so scattered before a woman he wanted very much to impress. He waited for the last of her words, which brought to his attention the lack of clarity in his thanks. I know. I've thanked him, but... it was... kind, of you to try. I appreciate it, he spoke softly. His turquoise eyes trailed to the ground, fixing upon a group of smooth river pebbles as if the boy had suddenly become quite interested in them. Here he was once again, being awkward, likely putting her off. Would she later question why Savina had chosen such a doozy of a mate? He was confident in Savina's love for him, but he wanted her family to understand him as well. A question had been asked of him, and he would not overlook it. It was necessary for him to untangle himself from selfish worries -- he had floundered too long in this encounter with Ghita. He forced a smile that feigned confidence and glanced lightly towards his sister in law. Perhaps it was not too late to salvage her impression of him, even if he did so through small talk. I have three siblings, er, littermates. My brother Icarus died in a wildfire, but my sisters are still alive, as far as I know... Ember leads AniWaya. Firefly... wandered off... he sniffed laughter and shrugged. He did not mean to appear uncaring about his twin -- rather, he still loved her, and found her signature, wayward nature endearing. I want to ask her about our surname when she returns. I'm sure she would know. Kansas paused, still trying to maintain his smile. So... do you like it here? he wanted to know, truly interested, to reciprocate what he saw as her generous interest in him. .kansas-b20-ooc {font-style:italic; } .kansas-b20 p {padding:0px 7px 5px 7px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kansas-b20 b {color:#69584B; letter-spacing:.8px;} .kansas-b20 {background-color:#D7C9B2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010m ... stable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:290px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FEFEFE; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#9E8C78; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:15px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .kansas-b20-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } </style> [/html] - Ghita Marino - 08-23-2010 [html] Oh, alright! No big deal! ^^ Wc: 541 "Etiam sit amet lacus sem, vitae dignissim massa." .ghitajulygift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#8c99a5; letter-spacing:1px; } .ghitajulygift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; text-align:center;} .ghitajulygift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .ghitajulygift01 {margin:0 auto; width:381px; background-color:#e2d3c4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly01a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0e7df; padding: 190px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .ghitajulygift01-border1 {width:383px; border:1px solid #0b151e; margin:0 auto;} .ghitajulygift01-line1 {width:357px; border-bottom:1px dotted #baada2; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 08-27-2010 [html] Thanks for beings so nice abouts mines foolishness! <333 RAMBLY KILLI RAMBLES ON. 300+ He felt sorry for the downward spiral of the vibes between them, just as sorry as she was. Bringing up her leg had been a harmless attempt of concern, and yet it had burned her, and he would not soon forget the smoldering pain he had seen in her lovely face at its mention. He sensed her discomfort, and if there was nothing else, at least they shared this feeling. This seemed quite ironic to him, given how desperately he wanted to impress her, and vice versa. Nonetheless, he was touched by her consolance. He did not often think of Icarus, but his passing came back to Kansas with a wave of sudden shock. Oddly, the death of his only full blooded brother had never pained him -- all he could recall about it was this shock, being able to say that had a dead brother. He wondered if it was heartless of him to feel no pain. He'd been such a shy, loner of a child, opening himself up only to Firefly. Icarus was a faint memory, his perishing regarded like that of an acquaintance more than a closely bonded relative. He's... uh, in a better world than ours, I guess. Kansas spoke tentatively, softly. Now she had a glimpse into his beliefs, and he hoped she liked what she saw. The pale man noticed her lean into a more comfortable position and emulated her, finding more ease as he leaned back on his elbows. He sighed a soothing breath of air, his smile now genuine and contented. Things were looking up. Perhaps, because he had already told himself they would. He nodded when she questioned Ember's position, but really could think of nothing else to add. He didn't know much about his sable sister; how awful, and how predictable, for him. His gaze swept over her face as she described her view of Crimson Dreams, hoping to see more of her answer etched upon her expression. Sure enough, he thought he saw hesitance, though she spoke highly of the place. It was as if the things she mentioned were too commonplace for her. To Kansas, a quiet home, plenty of food, books, beloved family, and time to sit on his ass and think were all he had ever wanted. Here, he had each and every one of those things. Obviously, he would cherish his life as a Dreamer. However, he understood that Ghita probably did not want, or need, the same things. Chuckling good-naturedly, he swished his dark hair out of his eyes with a flick of his head. It's still nothing like Italy, I bet. It was another invitation for her to share, as he looked over at her with curious oceanic eyes. .kansas-b20-ooc {font-style:italic; } .kansas-b20 p {padding:0px 7px 5px 7px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kansas-b20 b {color:#69584B; letter-spacing:.8px;} .kansas-b20 {background-color:#D7C9B2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010m ... stable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:290px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FEFEFE; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#9E8C78; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:15px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .kansas-b20-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } </style> [/html] - Ghita Marino - 08-27-2010 [html] No problem at all! It's my pleasure! *hugs* And sorry this post sucks... muse dried up. >< Wc: 372 "Etiam sit amet lacus sem, vitae dignissim massa." .ghitajulygift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#8c99a5; letter-spacing:1px; } .ghitajulygift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; text-align:center;} .ghitajulygift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .ghitajulygift01 {margin:0 auto; width:381px; background-color:#e2d3c4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly01a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0e7df; padding: 190px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .ghitajulygift01-border1 {width:383px; border:1px solid #0b151e; margin:0 auto;} .ghitajulygift01-line1 {width:357px; border-bottom:1px dotted #baada2; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 09-02-2010 [html] Can we wrap up soon? 300+ Savina had helped Kansas find faith that suited him, but there was little complexity in it so far. It had taken him quite some time, extending months into his union with the Commander, to discover his beliefs. Before then, he had been a brooding adolescent full of anger and resentment, with faith the least of his concerns, and desires. He had made his discovery just before the pieces of his soul threatened to burst apart, but now he had a strong base that kept him together through the peaks and valleys of this strange and damned world. He listened intently to Ghita's recollection of Italy, recognizing some of it from what Savina had told him before. Their Italian world and its traditional ways had fascinated him since the first time his mate had spoken of it. He was envious of their experience as wolves who lived simply as wolves without the human influences that those of Cananda, including him, had fallen prisoner to. She surprised him with her conclusion. Because of his assumption that Ghita was not completely satisfied with Crimson Dreams, Kansas did not expect her to say that she favored it over her home. It made him smile happily. I'm... glad that you like it here, he told her, feeling that it was worth saying. The agouti woman's question to him was easy. I was here when it begun as Twilight Vale. Then the pack's boundaries changed a little, and it became Crimson Dreams... he spoke, eyes widening slightly as if his own words surprised him. It was hard to believe that he was among the first members of the pack, as if that really mattered. .kansas-b20-ooc {font-style:italic; } .kansas-b20 p {padding:0px 7px 5px 7px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kansas-b20 b {color:#69584B; letter-spacing:.8px;} .kansas-b20 {background-color:#D7C9B2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010m ... stable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:290px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FEFEFE; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#9E8C78; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:15px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .kansas-b20-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } </style> [/html] - Ghita Marino - 09-05-2010 [html] Sorry this took so long! D: Wc: 549 "Etiam sit amet lacus sem, vitae dignissim massa." .ghitajulygift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#8c99a5; letter-spacing:1px; } .ghitajulygift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; text-align:center;} .ghitajulygift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .ghitajulygift01 {margin:0 auto; width:381px; background-color:#e2d3c4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly01a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0e7df; padding: 190px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .ghitajulygift01-border1 {width:383px; border:1px solid #0b151e; margin:0 auto;} .ghitajulygift01-line1 {width:357px; border-bottom:1px dotted #baada2; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> [/html] - Kansas Sadira - 09-22-2010 [html] 300+ There was no denying the traditional obligation that close relatives had to enjoy one another. This was what drove Kansas' uncertainty around Ghita, the fear that he would break the unspoken code by portraying himself in a way that was unfavorable to her. He, on the other hand, didn't feel any pressure to enjoy her company, because he sincerely liked her. Their discussions had been meaningful despite his self conscious nature, creating an evening that he would fondly remember. Tonight, Kansas had become aware that he liked Ghita for who she was, not for their mutual connection to Savina. So it seemed that Kansas come to love Savina's family, caring for them as he did his own siblings. Ehno and Ghita had become friends, not just in-laws. In the midst of the drama playing out among the Marinos and other unmentionable individuals, he felt fortunate to have friendships with the brother and sister. Never had a sour word passed between him and either of Savina's siblings. A smile played across his features, as the cherub was happy for the woman. It must feel strange and wonderful to have arrived in the very lands her siblings called home, to have come together so coincidentally. Or could it even be coincidence? Kansas chose not to pursue a philosophical mental wandering; it was not the time or place. I know, I can't believe it either, he conceded softly, eyes following hers to the horizon as he pondered the very few years of Crimson Dreams existence; few that seemed many. Time had passed quickly, concentrated with countless happenings that still baffled him. With so many pivotal events, he, and his beloved home, seemed much older than reality claimed. The sun was sinking almost visibly, darkening the trees in its foreground. The world around them had darkened at exponential speed. He was glad to hear the note of surprise in Ghita's voice when she had last spoken. Perhaps she had enjoyed talking with him as much as he had with her. Yeah, I'm going to head back. D'you want to come with, or...? He did not care either way, happy to walk to the Manor with her or leave her in peace. Either way, he needed to return — he had puppies to cuddle. .kansas-b20-ooc {font-style:italic; } .kansas-b20 p {padding:0px 7px 5px 7px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kansas-b20 b {color:#69584B; letter-spacing:.8px;} .kansas-b20 {background-color:#D7C9B2; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010m ... stable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:290px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FEFEFE; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#9E8C78; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:15px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .kansas-b20-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } </style> [/html] - Ghita Marino - 09-23-2010 [html] Thanks for a great thread! <3 Wc: 352 "Etiam sit amet lacus sem, vitae dignissim massa." 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