03-31-2009, 02:20 PM
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Thank you for starting this. <3 Sorry for being so late again. 300+
The prospect of being an uncle was exciting for Ehno. He had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the little ones ever since Savina had shared the good news with him. It had been about a month since then, and as his sister’s pregnancy became more visible, the situation began to feel more real. The Marino boy found himself spending more and more of his time preparing for their birth, baby-proofing a few things around the manor and brainstorming ideas for little toys.
Both the anticipation of Savina’s puppies and his small carpentry projects had managed to keep the chocolate-hued male within the Crimson Dreams territory for almost a month straight. But it was for these reasons that he now made yet another trip down to Halifax. He was toying around with the idea of making something to make Savina’s upcoming job of watching the little ones a bit easier. The city, being full of inspiration and useful objects, was the logical place for him to go.
Ehno had taken to wandering some of the side streets, eyes peering through dusty display windows as he passed. The little shops around this area were filled with all sorts of different wares; he was sure to find something of use around here. A sharp sound from down the street grabbed his attention as he browsed, penetrating the previous silence. There was a familiar edge to the noise, but he couldn’t quite place it. Amber gaze watched the street carefully for a moment while ears stood erect in hopes of picking out the sound again. He was debating between investigating the sound and going back to his business when another noise, slightly different this time, drifted from one of the shops.
He made his way down the street, trying to pick out which shop the sounds emerged from. A familiar scent caught him by surprise, luring him to the right building. He pushed open the old door, the sight of various musical instruments (and the source of the noise) greeting him. Haven was there, examining one of the instruments in his optime form. Ehno was surprised to see the boy on two legs, so used to seeing Naniko’s children running around in their natural forms. They were old enough to shift already? Time certainly did seem to fly. The Italian boy stepped further into the shop, amber gaze examining the instrument that Haven held, recognizing it as a guitar. “Looks like we have a guitarist on our hands now,” he said with a grin.
The prospect of being an uncle was exciting for Ehno. He had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the little ones ever since Savina had shared the good news with him. It had been about a month since then, and as his sister’s pregnancy became more visible, the situation began to feel more real. The Marino boy found himself spending more and more of his time preparing for their birth, baby-proofing a few things around the manor and brainstorming ideas for little toys.
Both the anticipation of Savina’s puppies and his small carpentry projects had managed to keep the chocolate-hued male within the Crimson Dreams territory for almost a month straight. But it was for these reasons that he now made yet another trip down to Halifax. He was toying around with the idea of making something to make Savina’s upcoming job of watching the little ones a bit easier. The city, being full of inspiration and useful objects, was the logical place for him to go.
Ehno had taken to wandering some of the side streets, eyes peering through dusty display windows as he passed. The little shops around this area were filled with all sorts of different wares; he was sure to find something of use around here. A sharp sound from down the street grabbed his attention as he browsed, penetrating the previous silence. There was a familiar edge to the noise, but he couldn’t quite place it. Amber gaze watched the street carefully for a moment while ears stood erect in hopes of picking out the sound again. He was debating between investigating the sound and going back to his business when another noise, slightly different this time, drifted from one of the shops.
He made his way down the street, trying to pick out which shop the sounds emerged from. A familiar scent caught him by surprise, luring him to the right building. He pushed open the old door, the sight of various musical instruments (and the source of the noise) greeting him. Haven was there, examining one of the instruments in his optime form. Ehno was surprised to see the boy on two legs, so used to seeing Naniko’s children running around in their natural forms. They were old enough to shift already? Time certainly did seem to fly. The Italian boy stepped further into the shop, amber gaze examining the instrument that Haven held, recognizing it as a guitar. “Looks like we have a guitarist on our hands now,” he said with a grin.