all dressed up with no place to go

Ghita Marino · 05-23-2010, 02:29 AM

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That's okay! I'll likely be slow & fail-worthy. xP The irony? I have a concussion atm. XD
Wc: 524

It seemed so odd to the fae - that something so vital to her existence could be ripped from her in a single moment. If she possessed the power to travel back through time, she'd certainly revisit the moment she ran through the barn, all the while thinking on her course of action. When it came down to it, however, Ghita knew that she didn't regret charging after Cambria - just the fact that her actions had put her out of use and an added worry for her brother when he should've been focused on Cambria.

The days had crawled by at an unbearable pace, pain ravaging her frame as she tried to knit herself back together. Her ribs were still tender and sore, to say nothing of the constant ache that ran through her knee. For now, Ghita didn't even let herself dwell on the possibility that this could become a more permanent handicap - it simply wouldn't happen to her. She had pups to tend to, a pack to feed... no. She'd be fine - she always was.

But that didn't help day by day. The boredom was immense and unending, a silent torture for the fae who needed to constantly be doing something, to move. When Jazper and the kids were out, she'd tidy the room endlessly, organizing every single thing that wasn't bolted down. It was the only thing that kept her from the brink of insanity. However, she was forced on bedrest whenever another wolf was present - it was that or to risk a long-winded lecture.

The boredom had eventually become overwhelming, the walls crushing the broken fae and pinning her to the bed she lay with her mate in. Grabbing her stick that she used to move around, Ghita made a sudden, conscious choice of exploration, testing out the limits of her injury. Delicately, she limped to the stairwell, not daring to use her leg until she'd reached the bottom of the stairs. But as soon as she reached that, it became clear through the pain that Ghita had put herself through that using that damaged leg was not an option.

Grimacing, the female beelined for the nearest surface she could rest on, not quite ready to make the climb back up to her shared room. Paw and stick taking her to the sitting room, she blinked in confusion as the couch was occupied, her mind sluggishly piecing together the evidence. She'd heard of Colibri's injury - in fact, the fae was discovered just as Ghita's own limp frame was brought back to the Manor. But both wolves had been confined to the Manor, each suffering in silence, so there had been limited contact between them. Sympathy shone in Ghita's eyes as she moved to sit down on a nearby chair, collapsing into it as soon as she could. Returning her gaze to the fae, the aunt recognized something off about the packmate, almost a melancholic plague that attacked her friend beyond physical reach. Not one to immediately pry, the fae brushed it off before speaking up, false pep in her voice. "Hey Colibri. How's your head doing?"

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