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Rio finally seemed content, and her dilemma no longer appeared to be so tragic. She quickly agreed to introduce him to her faerie friends and he grinned eagerly in response. There was the smile and cheer he always wanted to see his little girl with. Brightening his daughter’s day would always be one fatherly accomplishment that he would cherish. Now that her tearful troubles had been brushed away, the pair faced the decision of how to spend their precious bonding time. Rio was quick to come up with a suggestion – a story, one about his homeland of Italy. Ehno had mentioned the land across the sea numerous times, especially when he and Nani went about teaching the children Italian, though he had never gone into much detail concerning his home before.
“Ah, bell’Italia,” he said, a smile instantly blossoming upon his features. He had so many fond memories of his home country and the thought of it always brought nostalgic warmth to him. There were so many stories he could share with her, so many places he could begin. The father hummed cheerfully as he pondered where to start. He finally decided to dive right in, and see where his memories would lead him. “There are many, many different places in Italy. Papa’s pack lived near the mountains, and even though everyone could shift to different forms, no one did. We didn’t have anything like cabins to live in, just nature to take care of us.” The Monti Sabini wolves had been quite traditionalist and rather strict with their rules and hierarchy. Ehno’s usual preference for his natural form certainly stemmed from this, though his travel experience had allowed him to acclimate to his bi-pedal form much quicker than his sisters had.
“And then, there are places like the city of Rome. It’s a very old city, but lots and lots of Luperci live there, so it is full of life, unlike the city of Halifax, near here.” He had spent a significant amount of time during the beginning of his journey in Rome, almost as if he were afraid to leave home completely. It was a bit of a culture shock for him when he first arrived, but he was so intrigued by the city and its people, that he found himself eager to learn their ways. “In Rome there are big market places where everyone went to trade anything you could think of. Those streets were always so busy,” he said with a slight laugh. “And of course, there’s the docks, where sailors kept the big ships they used to sail across the big blue sea.” Ehno spread his arms wide as he spoke of the ships in an attempt to emphasize their enormity. He hoped to capture her interest and paint as vivid a scene as he could so that she may be able to picture it perfectly in her head.
Rio finally seemed content, and her dilemma no longer appeared to be so tragic. She quickly agreed to introduce him to her faerie friends and he grinned eagerly in response. There was the smile and cheer he always wanted to see his little girl with. Brightening his daughter’s day would always be one fatherly accomplishment that he would cherish. Now that her tearful troubles had been brushed away, the pair faced the decision of how to spend their precious bonding time. Rio was quick to come up with a suggestion – a story, one about his homeland of Italy. Ehno had mentioned the land across the sea numerous times, especially when he and Nani went about teaching the children Italian, though he had never gone into much detail concerning his home before.
“Ah, bell’Italia,” he said, a smile instantly blossoming upon his features. He had so many fond memories of his home country and the thought of it always brought nostalgic warmth to him. There were so many stories he could share with her, so many places he could begin. The father hummed cheerfully as he pondered where to start. He finally decided to dive right in, and see where his memories would lead him. “There are many, many different places in Italy. Papa’s pack lived near the mountains, and even though everyone could shift to different forms, no one did. We didn’t have anything like cabins to live in, just nature to take care of us.” The Monti Sabini wolves had been quite traditionalist and rather strict with their rules and hierarchy. Ehno’s usual preference for his natural form certainly stemmed from this, though his travel experience had allowed him to acclimate to his bi-pedal form much quicker than his sisters had.
“And then, there are places like the city of Rome. It’s a very old city, but lots and lots of Luperci live there, so it is full of life, unlike the city of Halifax, near here.” He had spent a significant amount of time during the beginning of his journey in Rome, almost as if he were afraid to leave home completely. It was a bit of a culture shock for him when he first arrived, but he was so intrigued by the city and its people, that he found himself eager to learn their ways. “In Rome there are big market places where everyone went to trade anything you could think of. Those streets were always so busy,” he said with a slight laugh. “And of course, there’s the docks, where sailors kept the big ships they used to sail across the big blue sea.” Ehno spread his arms wide as he spoke of the ships in an attempt to emphasize their enormity. He hoped to capture her interest and paint as vivid a scene as he could so that she may be able to picture it perfectly in her head.