05-23-2010, 01:38 AM
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Suave Ehno is Suave. <3 Wc: 580~ But let's face it. Ghita hasn't been the luckiest person in the past few weeks - what makes anyone think it would change now? It seemed only natural - a given, even, that the wind would come along and alert Ehno to Ghita's exit. Catapulting what had promised to be a great mood into the very pits of bitterness, the fae hobbled for a few feet more before finally turning around, checking over her shoulder to confirm that her flight was needed. Of course, her brother was in pursuit, rapidly closing the few feet between them, causing Ghita to wonder why she continued to move anyways. Letting a sigh seep from her recently healed ribs, the fae maneuvered herself onto the ground, using her stick to support her body until her arm reached the ground, letting the earth welcome her weight. Her damaged leg remained extended like an awkward appendage, something an artist had added on at the last minute, lined with braces and bandages, broken bones and bruises. Leaning back on her forearms, the fae made it fairly clear through her expression that she wasn't planning on budging another inch back towards the Manor. After all, she'd managed to get this far - she might as well enjoy the day. She absolutely, positively, HATED this. Even if she couldn't read her brother's expression from this distance, she knew simply from knowing her brother what Ehno was thinking. And she couldn't have been less grateful for it. She was a grown wolfess now, more than capable of making her own decisions about her health. It didn't mean that those decisions had to be the right ones. They just had to be her own. Mentally, physically, she wasn't up for a squabble with Ehno about how she should be resting and wasn't, and that was evident all over her frame. Quickly readjusting as Ehno's words washed over her, the evident hostility decreased somewhat. "I was getting claustrophobic. Still not used to the whole roof thing." A change of location? She could do that. Learn a new language? It'd take some time, but Ghita managed it. But change having the sky above her at all times, the very essence of nature speaking to her day and night? That was the one thing that threw the fae off completely. At her worst moments, the walls would seem to close in, the roof would pin her down, and the fae would end up sneaking out of her mate's room to sleep outside, the only place where nightmares stayed away and Ghita could get her peace. So it wasn't a lie that she told her brother. Besides, he'd be able to read the truth clear on her face even if she didn't say it. He likely already knew, just how Ghita knew that her brother was barely masking his anger and concern for her. Trading the silent conversation between them, the pair attempted making small talk while saying nothing with meaning. "I'm getting better, Ehno. I think I'll be able to get back to hunting in a few days." Turquoise eyes met her brother's, the all-too-familiar flame simply daring her brother to contradict her. In many ways Ghita knew that her leg wouldn't be healed for a while, but that didn't stop her from doing everything she could to deny it. By the Spirits that her sister prayed to, Ghita would be up and hunting again soon - the determination was evident on her face. |