12-23-2010, 07:43 PM
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It had been but a month, and already Lucia was finding herself straying away from her new home. The formation of Cercatori d'Arte had happened so quickly, it was like a brief, flashing spark in her memory. When she took the time to scrutinize just how she'd become involved with the gleeful band of artists, it almost just seemed like a foolish flight of fancy. She happens upon a gentle giant who gives her a guitar and tells her of the pack he's planning on forming. Before the sandy-hued girl knew it, she had packed up and left Phoenix Valley without a word in order to join him in his endeavor.
It had seemed like such a flawless idea at first, but the Marino girl would be lying if she claimed that wisps of regret did not slink through her thoughts every so often. What had kept the yearling in the Valley pack for so long was the misspent hope that her siblings would one day show up again. She could no longer hold onto that hope while living in the pack of artists. But the girl was content in her new home, and no longer would she have to live with the shadow of her increasingly absent family hovering over her. She had finally allowed herself to move on.
Yet the petite Marino had a particular mission for her wanderings, and it was more heavily influenced by her desire to let go of the past, rather than a need to escape the confines of her new home. She drifted easily through the trees, skirting around the foliage and letting her feet take her where they would. Her airy purple dress swished against her legs with each step. In her hands she clutched a small wooden trinket, one that had once adorned one of the shelves in her childhood home. It was carved from light material to the shape of a bird, its form made only more delicate with time.
Something had possessed her to take it along with her when she left to find Shawchert and his merry new pack. It was supposed to serve as a reminder of home, and it was doing it's job exceedingly well--too well for the Marino girl's tastes. Each time emerald orbs chanced upon its form sitting on the windowsill of her new home, a torrent of lonely and angry feelings were stirred up within her. She had left for Cercatori d'Arte to forget those feelings. If she truly wished for a new start, she would have to get rid of it.
Lucia finally came upon a serene little brook, precisely what she had been looking for. She crouched down next to the babbling waters and held the small trinket out in one hand. She hesitated, staring at the little bird as if it should simply fly away of its own accord. But no, she would have to teach it to swim. The girl dropped it then in one swift and fleeting movement. The light wooden carving was easily carried away by the current. She watched it as it was pulled farther away, unable to look away. Yet when the sound of footsteps carried over from upstream, her gaze tore easily away to investigate. Someone was approaching, following alongside the damp banks of the brook. Lucia watched the approaching figure for only a moment before remembering the trinket. She turned suddenly, gem-like gaze searching the waters. It was gone.
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It had been but a month, and already Lucia was finding herself straying away from her new home. The formation of Cercatori d'Arte had happened so quickly, it was like a brief, flashing spark in her memory. When she took the time to scrutinize just how she'd become involved with the gleeful band of artists, it almost just seemed like a foolish flight of fancy. She happens upon a gentle giant who gives her a guitar and tells her of the pack he's planning on forming. Before the sandy-hued girl knew it, she had packed up and left Phoenix Valley without a word in order to join him in his endeavor.
It had seemed like such a flawless idea at first, but the Marino girl would be lying if she claimed that wisps of regret did not slink through her thoughts every so often. What had kept the yearling in the Valley pack for so long was the misspent hope that her siblings would one day show up again. She could no longer hold onto that hope while living in the pack of artists. But the girl was content in her new home, and no longer would she have to live with the shadow of her increasingly absent family hovering over her. She had finally allowed herself to move on.
Yet the petite Marino had a particular mission for her wanderings, and it was more heavily influenced by her desire to let go of the past, rather than a need to escape the confines of her new home. She drifted easily through the trees, skirting around the foliage and letting her feet take her where they would. Her airy purple dress swished against her legs with each step. In her hands she clutched a small wooden trinket, one that had once adorned one of the shelves in her childhood home. It was carved from light material to the shape of a bird, its form made only more delicate with time.
Something had possessed her to take it along with her when she left to find Shawchert and his merry new pack. It was supposed to serve as a reminder of home, and it was doing it's job exceedingly well--too well for the Marino girl's tastes. Each time emerald orbs chanced upon its form sitting on the windowsill of her new home, a torrent of lonely and angry feelings were stirred up within her. She had left for Cercatori d'Arte to forget those feelings. If she truly wished for a new start, she would have to get rid of it.
Lucia finally came upon a serene little brook, precisely what she had been looking for. She crouched down next to the babbling waters and held the small trinket out in one hand. She hesitated, staring at the little bird as if it should simply fly away of its own accord. But no, she would have to teach it to swim. The girl dropped it then in one swift and fleeting movement. The light wooden carving was easily carried away by the current. She watched it as it was pulled farther away, unable to look away. Yet when the sound of footsteps carried over from upstream, her gaze tore easily away to investigate. Someone was approaching, following alongside the damp banks of the brook. Lucia watched the approaching figure for only a moment before remembering the trinket. She turned suddenly, gem-like gaze searching the waters. It was gone.