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Ehno was very glad for the calm shelter the old store offered them. It was much more pleasant to spend time with an old friend out of the stormy weather this region seemed to favor. At times the Italian man was still surprised at how much rain these clouds could unleash, though he should be quite used to all of this by now. A storm much like the one brewing outside was responsible for bringing him to this shore, after all. He turned back to Geneva, one of his silly smiles on his features. He realized then just how long it had been since he last saw her. A few months had gone by and so much had happened.
“Ah, I’ve been alright,” he admitted. The last few weeks hadn’t been the greatest for him, but arriving in the city and bumping into Geneva had lifted his spirits considerably, so he couldn’t rightfully say he was doing badly. He broke away from his old friend for a moment, stopping in front of the cluttered counter to their right and pushing the random assortment of paper, pens, and small old packages to one side. Satisfied, he turned and sat upon the cleared surface, patting the spot beside him to indicate that she should join him. No sense in standing around, right? His feet swung idly as he continued. “My other sister, Ghita showed up out of the blue a while back. The whole Marino family reunited at last.” A bittersweet smile graced his lips. “But a few weeks ago, she just disappeared without a trace. Couldn’t find her anywhere. I was a bit on edge after that, wound up fighting some intruder on our borders…” he trailed off, eyes darting to the bandage wrapped around his left shoulder. Little punk deserved it, though.
His thoughts quickly returned the present, gaze shifting once more to the gray-hued lady. Maybe she’d have something more pleasant to add to their conversation. “What about you? How’s life in Phoenix Valley treating you?” Besides the late Iskata, Ehno had never met anyone else from the Valley. He had never visited the pack lands, but he knew it lay somewhere to the east, a little tidbit of information he had picked up one day. He didn’t know much else about the Valley or those who called it home. Hopefully Geneva was enjoying her new life there. The question of why Geneva had chosen to leave in the first place surfaced again, but Ehno pushed it away once more. As curious as the Marino man was, he wasn’t pushy or nosy. He knew what he was meant to know, that’s how he saw things.
Ehno was very glad for the calm shelter the old store offered them. It was much more pleasant to spend time with an old friend out of the stormy weather this region seemed to favor. At times the Italian man was still surprised at how much rain these clouds could unleash, though he should be quite used to all of this by now. A storm much like the one brewing outside was responsible for bringing him to this shore, after all. He turned back to Geneva, one of his silly smiles on his features. He realized then just how long it had been since he last saw her. A few months had gone by and so much had happened.
“Ah, I’ve been alright,” he admitted. The last few weeks hadn’t been the greatest for him, but arriving in the city and bumping into Geneva had lifted his spirits considerably, so he couldn’t rightfully say he was doing badly. He broke away from his old friend for a moment, stopping in front of the cluttered counter to their right and pushing the random assortment of paper, pens, and small old packages to one side. Satisfied, he turned and sat upon the cleared surface, patting the spot beside him to indicate that she should join him. No sense in standing around, right? His feet swung idly as he continued. “My other sister, Ghita showed up out of the blue a while back. The whole Marino family reunited at last.” A bittersweet smile graced his lips. “But a few weeks ago, she just disappeared without a trace. Couldn’t find her anywhere. I was a bit on edge after that, wound up fighting some intruder on our borders…” he trailed off, eyes darting to the bandage wrapped around his left shoulder. Little punk deserved it, though.
His thoughts quickly returned the present, gaze shifting once more to the gray-hued lady. Maybe she’d have something more pleasant to add to their conversation. “What about you? How’s life in Phoenix Valley treating you?” Besides the late Iskata, Ehno had never met anyone else from the Valley. He had never visited the pack lands, but he knew it lay somewhere to the east, a little tidbit of information he had picked up one day. He didn’t know much else about the Valley or those who called it home. Hopefully Geneva was enjoying her new life there. The question of why Geneva had chosen to leave in the first place surfaced again, but Ehno pushed it away once more. As curious as the Marino man was, he wasn’t pushy or nosy. He knew what he was meant to know, that’s how he saw things.