06-12-2010, 10:29 PM
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Her expression brightened the instant Savina mentioned bringing her three pups up to see her. "Mi piacerebbe che, Savi" Whether it was the best plan for her recovery or not was irrelevant - Ghita needed to see her youngest kin almost the same way she needed to run. It was constantly present, her transformation into a family wolf ever more apparent.
Although it seemed as if the smile couldn't grow any larger, it did as soon as the words were dictated from Savina's mouth. "Questo è così dolce di loro, grazie." as she continued to explain her new hobby, the excitement bubbled in her chest, wondering what Savina would think of her drawings. They weren't very good yet, and it might just look like scribbles to her... Frowning, she hoped that her hard work would at least seem like something useful, something she could use if her leg never recovered.
What hurt Ghita more than the pain racing up her leg, more than the sharp clattering of the walking stick in her ears, more than her ribs that still ached when she moved, was the panicked call of her name in her sister's voice. Her ears flattened even more, if possible, against her skull, and she cringed, waiting for the consuming pain to die down as much as it would. Time crawled by, and the moments ticked slowly, mocking her, until the real, emotional pain took over.
As much as she wished to, she couldn't communicate the depths of her shame towards her injury. Even if it was telling her woes to the wind, the fae couldn't rustle up the right words to do the pain justice. It wasn't even a subtle injury, like Colibri's concussion that had long since left the fae, but it had to be obvious, the break marring her leg obviously and the brace practically shouting her predicament to the world. The best she could do to lift her heart's burden was to hint at it to her sister, something that was most unlike her nature.
Feeling Savina's hand on her shoulder did little to nothing to help her present state, but at least it showed a lifeline she could still cling to. She hadn't yet managed to alienate all of her family, by some miracle, but whether she'd let herself take that hand that was offered was a whole other idea. Leaning her head on the ebony hand that rested on her shoulder, Ghita sighed, nodding a little. "Sì, lo so. E 'solo paura, a volte."
Nah, she's fine! Just a little clumsy. xP
Wc: 418
Her expression brightened the instant Savina mentioned bringing her three pups up to see her. "Mi piacerebbe che, Savi" Whether it was the best plan for her recovery or not was irrelevant - Ghita needed to see her youngest kin almost the same way she needed to run. It was constantly present, her transformation into a family wolf ever more apparent.
Although it seemed as if the smile couldn't grow any larger, it did as soon as the words were dictated from Savina's mouth. "Questo è così dolce di loro, grazie." as she continued to explain her new hobby, the excitement bubbled in her chest, wondering what Savina would think of her drawings. They weren't very good yet, and it might just look like scribbles to her... Frowning, she hoped that her hard work would at least seem like something useful, something she could use if her leg never recovered.
What hurt Ghita more than the pain racing up her leg, more than the sharp clattering of the walking stick in her ears, more than her ribs that still ached when she moved, was the panicked call of her name in her sister's voice. Her ears flattened even more, if possible, against her skull, and she cringed, waiting for the consuming pain to die down as much as it would. Time crawled by, and the moments ticked slowly, mocking her, until the real, emotional pain took over.
As much as she wished to, she couldn't communicate the depths of her shame towards her injury. Even if it was telling her woes to the wind, the fae couldn't rustle up the right words to do the pain justice. It wasn't even a subtle injury, like Colibri's concussion that had long since left the fae, but it had to be obvious, the break marring her leg obviously and the brace practically shouting her predicament to the world. The best she could do to lift her heart's burden was to hint at it to her sister, something that was most unlike her nature.
Feeling Savina's hand on her shoulder did little to nothing to help her present state, but at least it showed a lifeline she could still cling to. She hadn't yet managed to alienate all of her family, by some miracle, but whether she'd let herself take that hand that was offered was a whole other idea. Leaning her head on the ebony hand that rested on her shoulder, Ghita sighed, nodding a little. "Sì, lo so. E 'solo paura, a volte."
Nah, she's fine! Just a little clumsy. xP
Wc: 418