<3 SoSuWriMo 507
It was too much for one mother to take, for one parent to take. Two of her children needed help and she couldn't give it to either of them. One, because there was no help that could be given, and the other because she could not leave the side of the first for enough time. Savina had made stunted trip away, desperately calling for her runaway son, but before any headway could be made on finding him her conscience called her back to her comatose daughter's side. Each day that past with Artemis unwaking and Denali gone, the woman's hope dwindled, and since she couldn't help her children, her desire to care for herself had disappeared entirely. How could she sleep? What if something happened to Artemis when she wasn't there? How could she eat when her daughter couldn't and her son was likely out there going hungry? So she went without as much as she could, only sleeping when her body could simply not stay awake any longer, and she made no effort to hide it from anyone. She just couldn't.
As almost always these days, Savina sat by her daughter's bed, her dulled green eyes watching her lively girl slowly waste away. She was becoming so thin and frail. Amata and Cambria gave her as much sustenance as they could, but it wasn't easy. There was no solid food, only broth, and even then there was only so much they could slowly pour down her throat. If Artemis didn't come to soon, there would be nothing left of her. When that fateful line would be crossed, and how soon it was, the Italian woman didn't know. She only knew with an ominous certainty that it was far too close for any kind of comfort. She found herself debating in her head if it would be better to go and full out search for Denali, for the child that she possibly could save, but she still couldn't bring herself to make that choice. Her heart and soul ached with her indecision and her impotence.
The Consul's gaze lifted lethargically as Silvano entered the room and she couldn't even find the energy to muster a fake smile for her boy. The scent of rabbit was unmistakable as he pulled up a chair and sat next to her. Against her wishes, her concave stomach growled at the prospect of food. Half of her wanted to reject the offered meat, and likely the only reason she could swallow accepting it was because her son had brought it for her. "Thank you, caro." Her voice was soft, a weakness to it that was not usual. When he asked how his sister was, Savina looked back to her. "No change," she said in a defeated tone. Then he asked how she was, and she had no idea how to respond. "Survivng." The woman settled on. It was hard to put a brave face on, even a weak one, but she didn't want Silvano to know how deep her despair truly went.
.hopeisdead b {font-weight:bold; color:#B8C2C3; letter-spacing:.0px; }
.hopeisdead-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; }
.hopeisdead p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.hopeisdead {margin:0 auto; width:446px; background-color:#F2F7FA; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... adhope.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #A5ABAC; padding: 10px 0px 220px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#C2C9CB; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;}
</style>
[/html]