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The girl turned the little pot around in her hands, barely noticing the slight roughness in its texture. Staring idly at the small thing, she tried to imagine the pack was like as the Dreamer began to describe it. She made it sound like such a wonderful place to be, but Lucia could hardly remember such a feeling when she had visited there in the past. Sure, she had been surrounded by people who were apparently her family, but she could only remember feeling rather out of place during the brief few days she stayed there.
Despite all the ties she had to the western pack, her feelings toward it had become rather confused and muddled over time. Everyone over there, like Papa and her new acquaintance here, all seemed to love it. With her one experience with the pack itself, she didn’t quite understand it, but the desire to understand it was still there, if somewhat masked. So her ears were attentively taking in each word, trying to conjure up a mental image of the manor, her studio, and the big happy family the pack apparently was. There was only one thing stated that she didn’t quite understand. “One of your mothers?” she asked, a touch of confusion punctuating the question.
When Lucia heard the names of her father and sibling, she returned her gaze to the earthen toned woman. “Yeah. When’d you meet my sister?” Rio never told her about meeting anyone else from their father’s pack, but now that she thought about it, she hadn’t been speaking to her siblings all that often lately, especially after their mother’s decision to leave. She felt the sudden urge to return home and spend time with her littermates like she used to, but she dismissed it. There was no sense in dwelling on it now while she was stuck in this shop on a rainy day.
Lucia began to nonchalantly move from the shelf she stood at over toward the other wolfess as she introduced herself. Jade eyes studied the little bottle of ink beside the candle for a brief moment before turning their attention back to Mati. “Lucia Marino,” she said in turn, hands fiddling slightly with the little white piece of pottery they still held.
The girl turned the little pot around in her hands, barely noticing the slight roughness in its texture. Staring idly at the small thing, she tried to imagine the pack was like as the Dreamer began to describe it. She made it sound like such a wonderful place to be, but Lucia could hardly remember such a feeling when she had visited there in the past. Sure, she had been surrounded by people who were apparently her family, but she could only remember feeling rather out of place during the brief few days she stayed there.
Despite all the ties she had to the western pack, her feelings toward it had become rather confused and muddled over time. Everyone over there, like Papa and her new acquaintance here, all seemed to love it. With her one experience with the pack itself, she didn’t quite understand it, but the desire to understand it was still there, if somewhat masked. So her ears were attentively taking in each word, trying to conjure up a mental image of the manor, her studio, and the big happy family the pack apparently was. There was only one thing stated that she didn’t quite understand. “One of your mothers?” she asked, a touch of confusion punctuating the question.
When Lucia heard the names of her father and sibling, she returned her gaze to the earthen toned woman. “Yeah. When’d you meet my sister?” Rio never told her about meeting anyone else from their father’s pack, but now that she thought about it, she hadn’t been speaking to her siblings all that often lately, especially after their mother’s decision to leave. She felt the sudden urge to return home and spend time with her littermates like she used to, but she dismissed it. There was no sense in dwelling on it now while she was stuck in this shop on a rainy day.
Lucia began to nonchalantly move from the shelf she stood at over toward the other wolfess as she introduced herself. Jade eyes studied the little bottle of ink beside the candle for a brief moment before turning their attention back to Mati. “Lucia Marino,” she said in turn, hands fiddling slightly with the little white piece of pottery they still held.