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It was always a pleasure for Ghita to talk with her sister. The ebony fae always seemed able to take Ghita's mind off of anything that plagued her, be it a large or small worry that grabbed at her heart. In this case, it was the future of her whole role at Crimson Dreams; She couldn't possibly hunt effectively with one leg trailing behind! But in Ghita's classic style and nature, she quickly hid her turbulent emotions underneath a mask of marble, hoping the spray from the angry seas wouldn't crack the facade.
She appreciated Savina's thoughtfulness with all of her heart. Her sorella knew just as well as Ghita that she hated to be on public display, the resident freak du jour with her ruined leg. Of course the dust-coloured huntress was constantly aware of which doors were open, who could see her, but the fae was just as happy to get up and totter over to close the door herself. Then again, it was probably a better idea for Savina to take care of it. Her walking stick had been chewed at the top, the teeth marks on the wood the only clear evidence of her stress. Grimacing, she pushed the thought away that she'd need one for a while, furious at herself for thinking to ask Ehno to carve her a new, nice-looking one and using this one as a jumbo-sized stress reliever.
Meeting Savina's ivory smile with her own, the resemblance in the sisters was clear to see, even for an outsider. Although their pelts were of different hues, their faces angled in similar ways, their bodies curved in the same directions - and their sea-coloured eyes sparkled with the same intelligent, mischievous shine. Trying to show her sister that Ghita wasn't completely bed-bound, the fae sat upward, using her forearms that had lined themselves with more muscle as of late to propel herself up, so that she could see what Savina held more clearly. Chewing the bottom of her lip that was lined with silver, the fae waited for the lancing pain to settle, as it always did, pride triumphing valiantly over comfort.
It had never truly bothered her that she couldn't read. Until a few months ago, Ghita barely knew how to speak English, and now was rapidly becoming fluent in both languages. But even to the illiterate fae, she knew the sense of what the paper meant, and couldn't help but smile at it. It was a sad smile, though, one that reached her eyes but only brushed them with fingertips, leaving a lost cause when they saw them. Biting her lip again, it was her trademark response to a stressful or upsetting situation, the fae trying to decipher the words themselves as they lay on the page, taunting her. "Questa è bella, sorella. Informa i cuccioli dico grazie, va bene?"" Smiling down once more at the painting, ivory fingers ran over the pawprints as she could imagine each pup dipping their paws into the pain and splashing joyously across the canvas.
She missed her children. It was an ache that never went away, that was ever more tragic since she was the reason they stayed away. In order for her to get rest, it was imperative that she was disturbed as little as possible, or so Dawali said. But the headstrong fae always had second ideas. Wouldn't it lift her spirits to have her children around, and her lifted spirits help her heal? Her own children weren't the only thing she was missing, however. Savina's first litter was missing in action - especially Cambria, whom she'd grown quite close to in the past few months. There was still that unbearable worry that ate at her heart, even worse at night, knowing that she'd let her niece down in being unable to help.
And finally, she missed her newest kin. The youngest, Artemis, Parker, and Silvano she had hardly met - only a few times before the barn had collapsed on her and Cambria. Once again, she was missing the youngest and most precious years of Savina's childrens' lives, unable to shake the feeling that she was letting down her sibling again. Time and time again she'd abandoned her pack and her sister, her brother, trading the comfort of family for a need to roam. But now she was here to stay, she'd pledged. Quickly she'd been bound by familial ties to the land of Crimson Dreams, and in her soul something was shifting, something that needed her to watch her nieces and nephews grow up.
"Che cosa dice?"" Ghita tried to pass off the question as lightly as possible, as if her pride wasn't being trampled on again, rubbing in the fact that the words were dancing on a world inaccessible to her. But perhaps not for long - she'd taken on a new hobby with Mati's help, drawing, and perhaps drawing the words she saw here wouldn't be as different from drawing lines!
Slightly more excited now, she voiced her idea to Savina, words like a bubbling current in the ocean. "Mati's avermi insegnato a disegnare, Savina. Sto bene a lui, ma mi piacerebbe di più una certa pratica. Forse potrei provare a disegnare le linee sul foglio che mi hai dato su un'altra pagina?""
What happened next really shouldn't have surprised anyone. By now, it was well-established that Ghita was easy to excite and stupid enough to ignore and forget the damage to her leg. In her defense, however, she really was improving with the meager sketches she'd started. She was nowhere near as good as Mati was, but better every time she tried, and proud of it. It was only natural that Ghita would want to show her sister, right? So she made an attempt to swing out of bed, the makeshift brace confining her leg as she moved, before she remembered the broken bones in a rather violent manner. Pain lancing up her leg again, the fae shuddered, an arm extending to knock over her well-gnawed walking stick with a loud crash onto the floor, the sound ringing in their ears as it tumbled. Letting out a shocked and angered cry, the fae swore, likely loud enough for the whole manor to hear. "DANNAZIONE!!""
She sat stock still for a few moments after that, whether it was from pain or humiliation was unclear. The small blessing in this was that it wasn't in front of a pack member she didn't know well, just her sister. Then again, depending on who you asked, that was worse. Gritting her teeth now, the ivories flashed as she was far behind simple annoyance, defeat and anger flashing in her eyes for the first time since she lost her stillborn puppies. Calming herself, she let a large hand settle over her eyes and forehead, none of the usual grace present in the rebellious fae's movements. Leaning back on the pillow, it took another few moments before Ghita spoke up again, in such a quiet whisper one had to wonder if it was heard at all. She looked tired, more so than she'd tried to let on before. "Sono stufo di questo, Savina. Sono stanco di vivere così,""
Spazz Ghita is spazz. <33
Wc: 1205
It was always a pleasure for Ghita to talk with her sister. The ebony fae always seemed able to take Ghita's mind off of anything that plagued her, be it a large or small worry that grabbed at her heart. In this case, it was the future of her whole role at Crimson Dreams; She couldn't possibly hunt effectively with one leg trailing behind! But in Ghita's classic style and nature, she quickly hid her turbulent emotions underneath a mask of marble, hoping the spray from the angry seas wouldn't crack the facade.
She appreciated Savina's thoughtfulness with all of her heart. Her sorella knew just as well as Ghita that she hated to be on public display, the resident freak du jour with her ruined leg. Of course the dust-coloured huntress was constantly aware of which doors were open, who could see her, but the fae was just as happy to get up and totter over to close the door herself. Then again, it was probably a better idea for Savina to take care of it. Her walking stick had been chewed at the top, the teeth marks on the wood the only clear evidence of her stress. Grimacing, she pushed the thought away that she'd need one for a while, furious at herself for thinking to ask Ehno to carve her a new, nice-looking one and using this one as a jumbo-sized stress reliever.
Meeting Savina's ivory smile with her own, the resemblance in the sisters was clear to see, even for an outsider. Although their pelts were of different hues, their faces angled in similar ways, their bodies curved in the same directions - and their sea-coloured eyes sparkled with the same intelligent, mischievous shine. Trying to show her sister that Ghita wasn't completely bed-bound, the fae sat upward, using her forearms that had lined themselves with more muscle as of late to propel herself up, so that she could see what Savina held more clearly. Chewing the bottom of her lip that was lined with silver, the fae waited for the lancing pain to settle, as it always did, pride triumphing valiantly over comfort.
It had never truly bothered her that she couldn't read. Until a few months ago, Ghita barely knew how to speak English, and now was rapidly becoming fluent in both languages. But even to the illiterate fae, she knew the sense of what the paper meant, and couldn't help but smile at it. It was a sad smile, though, one that reached her eyes but only brushed them with fingertips, leaving a lost cause when they saw them. Biting her lip again, it was her trademark response to a stressful or upsetting situation, the fae trying to decipher the words themselves as they lay on the page, taunting her. "Questa è bella, sorella. Informa i cuccioli dico grazie, va bene?"" Smiling down once more at the painting, ivory fingers ran over the pawprints as she could imagine each pup dipping their paws into the pain and splashing joyously across the canvas.
She missed her children. It was an ache that never went away, that was ever more tragic since she was the reason they stayed away. In order for her to get rest, it was imperative that she was disturbed as little as possible, or so Dawali said. But the headstrong fae always had second ideas. Wouldn't it lift her spirits to have her children around, and her lifted spirits help her heal? Her own children weren't the only thing she was missing, however. Savina's first litter was missing in action - especially Cambria, whom she'd grown quite close to in the past few months. There was still that unbearable worry that ate at her heart, even worse at night, knowing that she'd let her niece down in being unable to help.
And finally, she missed her newest kin. The youngest, Artemis, Parker, and Silvano she had hardly met - only a few times before the barn had collapsed on her and Cambria. Once again, she was missing the youngest and most precious years of Savina's childrens' lives, unable to shake the feeling that she was letting down her sibling again. Time and time again she'd abandoned her pack and her sister, her brother, trading the comfort of family for a need to roam. But now she was here to stay, she'd pledged. Quickly she'd been bound by familial ties to the land of Crimson Dreams, and in her soul something was shifting, something that needed her to watch her nieces and nephews grow up.
"Che cosa dice?"" Ghita tried to pass off the question as lightly as possible, as if her pride wasn't being trampled on again, rubbing in the fact that the words were dancing on a world inaccessible to her. But perhaps not for long - she'd taken on a new hobby with Mati's help, drawing, and perhaps drawing the words she saw here wouldn't be as different from drawing lines!
Slightly more excited now, she voiced her idea to Savina, words like a bubbling current in the ocean. "Mati's avermi insegnato a disegnare, Savina. Sto bene a lui, ma mi piacerebbe di più una certa pratica. Forse potrei provare a disegnare le linee sul foglio che mi hai dato su un'altra pagina?""
What happened next really shouldn't have surprised anyone. By now, it was well-established that Ghita was easy to excite and stupid enough to ignore and forget the damage to her leg. In her defense, however, she really was improving with the meager sketches she'd started. She was nowhere near as good as Mati was, but better every time she tried, and proud of it. It was only natural that Ghita would want to show her sister, right? So she made an attempt to swing out of bed, the makeshift brace confining her leg as she moved, before she remembered the broken bones in a rather violent manner. Pain lancing up her leg again, the fae shuddered, an arm extending to knock over her well-gnawed walking stick with a loud crash onto the floor, the sound ringing in their ears as it tumbled. Letting out a shocked and angered cry, the fae swore, likely loud enough for the whole manor to hear. "DANNAZIONE!!""
She sat stock still for a few moments after that, whether it was from pain or humiliation was unclear. The small blessing in this was that it wasn't in front of a pack member she didn't know well, just her sister. Then again, depending on who you asked, that was worse. Gritting her teeth now, the ivories flashed as she was far behind simple annoyance, defeat and anger flashing in her eyes for the first time since she lost her stillborn puppies. Calming herself, she let a large hand settle over her eyes and forehead, none of the usual grace present in the rebellious fae's movements. Leaning back on the pillow, it took another few moments before Ghita spoke up again, in such a quiet whisper one had to wonder if it was heard at all. She looked tired, more so than she'd tried to let on before. "Sono stufo di questo, Savina. Sono stanco di vivere così,""
Spazz Ghita is spazz. <33
Wc: 1205