The broken clock is a comfort

Ghita Marino · 05-25-2010, 08:17 PM

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Nope! I haven't forgotten about this thread. XP Too many distractions... like shiny things... My weekend was good, especially since I had an extra day tacked onto the end. You?
Wc: 590

Practically glowing at the praise Mati gave her, the young fae was giving Ghita something other than a simple drawing lesson. It had been years since Ghita had ever learned anything new - much less been told that she was good at it. True, it was simply gripping a pencil that seemed more like a twig than anything, but for the fae that had despaired over her injured leg, spent the hours worrying about Cambria, cooped up inside a house that felt more like a prison every moment the clock ticked on... it was certainly something to pick her spirits up. Especially when Ghita's future hinged on her ability to move all four limbs, and the one leg was still unresponsive and moody, it was more than a relief to have her upper limbs working properly, having sustained next to no damage in the collapse.

Ignoring the irritating knives that stabbed at her ribs from time to time as best she could, Ghita lifted the small yellow stick with uncertainty, confidence faltering slightly. A question rose and died on her tongue, the elder wondering how on earth she'd be able to draw with the same beauty Mati did - but she trusted her niece's love (despite the fact that she didn't know about the whole matter), trusted the wolfess who she left her pups to while Ghita recovered from childbirth. Ghita believed, if Mati believed, that she could one day create art just like the younger girl's. But it would take time - something Ghita was all too happy to indulge. Having been confined to the manor for more time than she wished, Ghita had plenty of time to work on her new hobby, and she welcomed the distraction.

She wasn't fazed in the slightest as Mati took her hand. She'd expected the guidance long ago, actually. Being a kinesthetic learner, the fae learned best with her hands and body - somehow, she knew that wouldn't change. Moving her limbs with the fae, she let the girl extend Ghita's arm to reach the paper sitting on her lap, absorbing every morsel of the lesson she could. Drinking in the finer details of moving the pencil, she found it easier than she'd expected to make lines on the page, with lighter pressure than she'd first imagined. Watching the lines grow on the ivory canvas, the wolfess nodded, ready to take the pencil and try herself. When the opportunity rose, the fae sat up slightly, all too willing to move to try this new hobby. At first, the lines were squiggly and faint, displeasing to Ghita's critical eye. She experimented for a few moments, before finally finding the right combination of weight and speed to create straight, light lines across the page. The silver snakes danced horizontal, vertical, diagonal, and everything in between, long and short and intersecting. So engrossed was the woman in creating these new, fascinating shapes, she didn't notice when the top quarter of the page was finally covered in lines completely. While she drew, the fae smiled, the at first hesitant display of emotion growing steadily larger until she was beaming, pleased with her results.

Her beam had turned into a sheepish grin as soon as she realized how much paper she had truly used. Ears bending slightly at the tips, Ghita let out a nervous chuckle, all too hesitant to stop. "I... guess I got carried away..." She said quietly, the chimes of her voice speaking of Italia in her older days. "Are the lines good, though?"

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