The broken clock is a comfort

Ghita Marino · 05-10-2010, 11:33 PM

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I have to say I absolutely LOVELOVELOVE your table!
Wc: 587

Blinking in surprise as the younger fae leapt to her paws to Ghita's aid, the simple action wasn't anything that the Marino expected, and couldn't help but feel a small twang in her heart on two heartstrings. One played the note of sentiment, appreciative of the fact that Mati was willing to help her even if the pair didn't know each other well, but there was a whole other aspect to the action too, something that Ghita didn't want to dwell on; didn't want to have herself dwell on.

It was the fact that she needed the help, or at least seemed to need the help. Ever since she could remember, Ghita had needed to do things her own way - and was relatively good at it. There was a certain satisfaction to figuring things out on her own, drawing her own experiences and skills into the mixing pot that would eventually yield a desired result. She'd struck it out on her own, moved with the nomads on her own, made the worst mistakes of her life on her own... Yeah, she definitely was a good influence on herself. But that style is hard to fall out of - it's difficult to teach yourself to allow yourself to feel vulnerable again after years of taking care of yourself.

Mati was the expert at tugging pillows just so, relieving a pressure that had previously been overlooked. Letting out a small hiss of air that indicated contentment, Ghita let a smile creep across her features, wiggling her shoulders to nestle back into the bedding. "Thank you." Sure, it could be seen - and probably was seen - as a small action, thoughtless and thoughtful all in one load, but to Ghita it slipped one more piece into the puzzle of Pack life. This wasn't what her pack in Italy was like at all - at least from what she could remember; a stark and welcome change.

Listening to the girl trail off, the aunt couldn't have been more oblivious to Mati's relationship with Cambria. Tending to be a little dense like that, it usually took several whacks on the head for Ghita to finally realize what was going on, simply because she wasn't expecting it. She knew about Anu and her relationship with Colibri, but hadn't heard of the other couple inside her pack. But if either member decided to let the aunt into their circle of trust, they'd quickly find an older fae who had no problem whatsoever with the sometimes turbulent feelings, and in fact encouraged it to keep the pair safe and happy. "That's so good to hear, and you're right - a huge relief."

Suddenly her eyes lit up with a spark long forgotten, dulled by the distraction of idle paws. Looking at the fae with a new scholarly gleam, the dream of arts was born with a simple prospect. "You think I could learn to make pictures... like that?" It had been eons since Ghita had learn something new, and every time she did it was something for others, a tool to help her on her way. Stargazing was for navigation on long hunts, leather drying was for tools of the trade, to help her paws as she wandered for ages and over many different kinds of terrain. But drawing... that would be just for herself, a secret skill or hobby that Ghita could keep as a tiny flame of variety - or fun - in her life. "I... I would love that, Mati."

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