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Yet again, Ehno found himself drawn to the ocean. There were times when it seemed that the ebb and flow of the tides had cast some sort of spell on him, allowing him to roam the dry lands for a time only to pull him back closer and closer to the water’s edge once he had ventured as far as it would allow. It was like clockwork, like the rhythmic dance of the tides. It certainly wouldn’t be much of a stretch to say that the adventurous man held a connection to the seas, and surely the whole lot of the Marino siblings had a kinship with the enigmatic waters. The way the ocean safely delivered the three Italians across its vast surface to the lands of Nova Scotia no doubt revealed that it was watching out for them.
The man drifted along near the water’s edge with a lazy gait, his well-worn travelling bag slung easily over his shoulder. There was a look of contentment on his features as he traveled, enjoying the sounds of the rough waves pushing against each other. He let his thoughts wander as freely as his feet, and he soon found himself thinking about the new little nieces and nephews that he would soon be meeting back home. The news that Savina and Kansas would soon be having another litter came as quite the surprise, but it was a wholly pleasant one. Excitement welled up within his chest at the thought of the new little souls joining their steadily growing family. For so long, it had only been Ehno and his sisters, but now their family seemed to be growing to a size he scarcely could have imagined just a year before.
His focus on such pleasant thoughts was gently pulled away when another scent drifted toward him, mixing with the salty smell of the sea. There was no familiarity in the scent—a total stranger perhaps out to enjoy the fine weather and sights and sounds of the sea. Ehno perked up a bit, amber gaze scanning the horizon briefly before spotting the stranger farther down along the coast, sitting beside the water. His lazy stride became livelier at the prospect of meeting another sea-loving soul. As he approached, it became clear that the stranger had settled down to do some fishing, a sport that Ehno had touched upon during his time in one of Spain’s lively port towns. The Marino slowed his pace to a halt a few paces away from the stranger, studying him, the fishing rod, and the tossing waters for a mere moment. “It doesn’t look like the water’s too eager to give up its fish today,” he commented, his usual friendly smile plastered on his maw.
Yet again, Ehno found himself drawn to the ocean. There were times when it seemed that the ebb and flow of the tides had cast some sort of spell on him, allowing him to roam the dry lands for a time only to pull him back closer and closer to the water’s edge once he had ventured as far as it would allow. It was like clockwork, like the rhythmic dance of the tides. It certainly wouldn’t be much of a stretch to say that the adventurous man held a connection to the seas, and surely the whole lot of the Marino siblings had a kinship with the enigmatic waters. The way the ocean safely delivered the three Italians across its vast surface to the lands of Nova Scotia no doubt revealed that it was watching out for them.
The man drifted along near the water’s edge with a lazy gait, his well-worn travelling bag slung easily over his shoulder. There was a look of contentment on his features as he traveled, enjoying the sounds of the rough waves pushing against each other. He let his thoughts wander as freely as his feet, and he soon found himself thinking about the new little nieces and nephews that he would soon be meeting back home. The news that Savina and Kansas would soon be having another litter came as quite the surprise, but it was a wholly pleasant one. Excitement welled up within his chest at the thought of the new little souls joining their steadily growing family. For so long, it had only been Ehno and his sisters, but now their family seemed to be growing to a size he scarcely could have imagined just a year before.
His focus on such pleasant thoughts was gently pulled away when another scent drifted toward him, mixing with the salty smell of the sea. There was no familiarity in the scent—a total stranger perhaps out to enjoy the fine weather and sights and sounds of the sea. Ehno perked up a bit, amber gaze scanning the horizon briefly before spotting the stranger farther down along the coast, sitting beside the water. His lazy stride became livelier at the prospect of meeting another sea-loving soul. As he approached, it became clear that the stranger had settled down to do some fishing, a sport that Ehno had touched upon during his time in one of Spain’s lively port towns. The Marino slowed his pace to a halt a few paces away from the stranger, studying him, the fishing rod, and the tossing waters for a mere moment. “It doesn’t look like the water’s too eager to give up its fish today,” he commented, his usual friendly smile plastered on his maw.