To face your troubles..

Savina Marino · 04-02-2011, 04:17 PM

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Sadface bonding time!

For a long time Savina had been confined to the mansion. Her wounds had made it hard to move about, nearly impossible. Usually being inside Haven Manor was a comfort, but it had quickly become a suffocating cage to the mourning mother. She wished to see no one, and even if one desired to be with her usually her voice was kept securely buried inside. The Consul was filled with such self blame and grief that all she wanted to be was alone. The only solace she found was brief intervals of light sleep, before the dreams came. The dream was always the same. She saw the back of Denali as if through a mist. The mother would call to him, crying, begging for his forgiveness, but either he could not hear her or he ignored her. The Marino always woke with tears staining her face and she would curl tighter around that metal mask. The only piece of her son she had left.

As the days and weeks had passed, her body had begun to recover, though her heart still bled. Whenever she could she would leave the Manor and get as far away as she could. Usually she could make her way back by nightfall, but there had been a few occasions where she had needed to be fetched back by her family. Savina never called for help on these occasions, but they found her anyway. Nearly a moon had passed since the fight and she could move with much more ease now, though still with severe limping. Yesterday she had traveled to the beach and had told Kansas and the girls that she would not be back until the next day. They were not keen on letting her go, but she had refused to stay. She needed to see the ocean, needed to feel that calm and timeless presence.

It had taken her the majority of the day to reach Riunione Beach, needing to take frequent stops to rest her sore body and catch her breath. It had been cold, sleeping on the sand in the sea breeze, but it had helped to numb the fiery aching of her wounds. Of course the dream came again, and as always it reopened the wounds that could not be seen. What woke her was a strange call on the air. Her head lifted from its sandy bed and slowly her legs lifted her body up. The Consul limped a short way until the borders were in sight and she saw the form of a bear. The bear that Denali had called a friend and saved from that pack's attack. Savina gave a soft, mournful bark at the creature and sunk back down into the cold sand. She didn't know what the bear wanted, but if it wanted her it would have to come and get her. She was too sore to move any further.

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