The broken clock is a comfort
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Set at the mansion - living room
Because I suck, Ghita's appearance may change - just how her injuries are being treated (like whether her leg has something to help heal or whatnot). She's too proud for painkillers though, so her attitude won't change. :3
Wc: 872


As had been her habit for the past few days, the slender Optime form of a wolfess lay across the couch, her head and top half of her back resting on a few pillows as her legs spread out with half a foot to go before reaching the end. Pride had dictated the fae's actions as she first awoke on the same couch, her Lupus form small, broken and fragile-looking at the time. Forcing herself to shift despite the pain that lanced through her ribs, leg, and head, Ghita had gained hands and feet through the transaction, Jazper being as kind as to bring down her sarong that she now had wrapped around her chest. A blanket from her mate's room lay on her slender waist, extending down to cover her legs and feet, hiding the pillows the supported the mangled leg she'd sacrificed.


Bringing her right hand up to adjust her makeshift 'bandage' around her ribs, the bruises would have been obvious as the collage splashed across her body, if not for the layer of velvet dust-coloured fur. Long, thin hair had been secured in a loose ponytail, streaking down her right shoulder as gently as a river. Long strips of cloth had been used to stop the bleeding on her paws, the fae miraculously escaping with few scratches overall. Ghita's tent-like ears drooped slightly, the silver earrings weighing one ear down more than the other by only a few centimeters as her eyelids fluttered, hiding turquoise optics that dictated her pain.


Continuously throbbing, three points on her body gave her no rest. The lump on her head from the beams of wood had swollen quickly, the mane of hair she possessed the only thing that hid the ugly deformity from the world. Luckily, Ghita had evaded a concussion, but that didn't mean that her head felt any better for it - the room had the tendency to spin when Ghita wasn't expecting it to, causing the fae to weather the discomfort for minutes at a time. Two cracked ribs - the middle two - possessed a lightning-like pain of their own, a mere echo of what discomforts her leg spoke of. Broken at the knee, the bone had been badly cracked; but the proud fae had so far refused any kind of pain medication.


Dragging herself through the six weeks of expected healing time would be hell enough without having to spend it in a semi-conscious drugged state. By now her litter had grown large enough to not need attention constantly, but even so, her ebony angel would have his paws full with the rambunctious pair. Truth be told, if Ghita's leg hadn't been broken, but her arm, the mother would've screwed over the pain in her ribs and head and walked on anyways - the humiliation of being confined to the couch was too much to bear at times. Lying eagerly not three feet away from the woman was a sizable stick that had been retrieved for her - something the woman could use to hobble around to relieve herself outside before returning to her temporary home. One of these trips had happened just recently, the woman finally having finished settling herself in comfortably. She looked almost natural, as if three bones hadn't suffered at the hands of Old Red.


Even so, Ghita wasn't entirely stoic. Not even a month ago had found the same woman hobbling back to her home, the deep cut on her chest causing rivers of crimson to flow down her pelt. Cambria had tended to her then, the auburn child's 'magic' antiseptic having cut deeper into the scratch than the older fae had expected, letting a vocal protest echo around their ears. But now an almost arrogant sense of pride had settled over her, Ghita absolutely refusing to let others fully into her pain. The top part of her walking stick had been gnawed down to a sharpened tip, ivory teeth leaving their mark when the pain got extremely bad for her.


Forgoing the physical pain - that she could take and gladly would for the younger members of her pack, the sense of uselessness and boredom had been terrorizing her, keeping her more awake than the pain at times. Ghita was a nomad at heart, a huntress through and through - and all of those parts of her identity required her to be able to move freely, something that her leg threatened to put an end to. The thoughts kept stabbing at her like daggers, tiny whispers wondering if Ghita would ever be able to walk, to run again the way she used to.


Giving a grimace to no one in particular, the fae let out a soft, hissing sigh gently enough to eliminate the added pain that breathing usually brought. Rubbing her forehead with the same slender hand before letting it fall, all the fae prayed for was sleep, the silent release from the world she had been introduced to. Images of the failing barn had stayed far away, knowing better than to plague the veteran with mind games, leaving not a single regret behind. What mattered was that everyone who had entered Old Red had made it out alive and relatively well.



"speech will go here but this isn't part of the rp"



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The earth-hued female rounded the large house, eyes watching the dark clouds that hid the warm sun. It wasn’t the most pleasant of days, and the Church female wouldn’t have naturally been outside as she was. The light was horrible, low and dark, and the air smelt heavily of rain. But she was trying something new, something other then her more self centered habits. Mati knew her place, but Savina’s pups were still too young to be away from their mother’s care and thus her role had yet to come into affect really. Other days when her Nanny position couldn’t be filled she would sit and paint, or think up small stories or go for a walk if it was pleasant. The fey was slowly putting those tasks behind her, making them second to more important duties.

It was rare that she ever traced along the borders of the Dreamer’s lands, but she had set out today to do so. The experience at the barn had taught her a few things, and Mati would be hard pressed to forget them. One, and the most pressing in her mind, was Cambria. Her feelings towards the younger female were bordering on what she thought was love, and she didn’t feel like it could be far fetched to say: Mati felt as if it was already that. Though she had never truly felt such a way Mati didn’t know what other word to use to describe it. Everything else simply fell sort. Another was her mother, she felt a new connection with the adoptive dam and Mati knew she would have to seek her out soon and confess all her secrets to the wise woman. Mati found she had missed her through their months of silence. The last, was the pack. It was impossible for the female to not feel responsible for what had happened, being the one that arranged the meeting. It had placed them all in a danger that could have been avoided, and Mati found a new sense of protectiveness not only over the Marino girl but over the pack itself.

Thus she had trudged along the borders, defining the trail and looked for disturbances. She would get better the more she practiced. It was like mixing colors, or drawing anatomy it took concentration and repetition. She smelt of dirt and rain sodden air as she walked up the porch and into the Manor. There was a tired that had set in her form and the wolfess wondered idly into the house with a long low sigh. The scent of Savina’s sister was heavy in the air, more then the normal linger that milled with the rest of the house’s residence. The violet eyed female turned, walking towards the couch. She knew how hurt the woman was, having been there when Jaz had rushed her out of the barn. Slowly and quietly she approached Ghita, not wanting to disrupt any of her rest. Though her eyes were shut, the look on her face said that she was far from a peaceful sleep.




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^_^ *note: Ghita's bandage-y stuff has changed~*
Wc: 697


Her eyelids fluttered from time to time, the fae wishing for the ebony of sleep to summon her away. Having never been one to be religious in any way, the Marino fae found herself wishing to someone, anyone - even her sister's nature spirits that sleep would knock at her door. For someone who had been sitting all day for days at a time, Ghita found herself surprisingly worn down as her body tried to knit itself back together.


It felt like an hour dragged itself by, it's wounded belly raw against the snow, but minutes were all that were left in it's wake. At once relieved and frightened by the silence, it was somewhat liberating not to have to be constantly worrying about every thump and bump that echoed around her. Where usually those sounds meant that Sophia or Aro had gotten into something, Jazper had been taking care to keep the kids away from his mate, leaving her to relax as much as she could. It was at times ironic, how the the only time Ghita could get rest was when she was badly injured and forced to be confined.


Just then, a scent flowed into her nostrils, moments needed to have it fully registered through the bump on her head. Scents came and went through the Manor often, most wolves hurrying by to their respective rooms, usually not noticing the injured fae. That however suited her just fine - the strong and proud fae hated to be seen as weak in any way, the feeling of humiliation only amplified with recent events. The leader of Aniwaya, Dawali had stopped by a few days earlier, the fae needed care from outside her own pack to heal. The kind leader had bundled her up nicely - the sarong around her chest was his doing, and her leg had been bandaged as tightly as a mummy's. With two long sticks on either side of the leg, discomfort was more than prevalent. But a healing expert that two Marinos held in high respect already couldn't be wrong, so it seemed to Ghita. If staying still would help her leg to heal again, then she would do it - just to be able to run with no problem again.


Keeping her body as still as possible had required huge effort on the fae's part, as the usually wandering fae was confined, literally, to one area- tied down with sticks and bandages. Fighting against her nature exhausted her further, putting Ghita into a vicious, continuous cycle that was unbroken by exterior forces, as no distraction had presented itself; until now. The scent had grown stronger suddenly, and footfalls could be heard as they shuffled across the floor towards her, Mati's presence growing stronger by the moment.


Listening for when Mati halted, her eyes flickered open as the younger fae did, turquoise optics seeking out Mati's own gaze. Half of a smile presented itself, the charity as much as she could give through her wounds. She knew the Nanny mostly by association - the fae was a very good friend of her niece's, and the adoptive daughter of Ghita's own Lieutenant General - Savina's good friend. But beyond the word of mouth that had been spread, and the small interactions the two had shared while Ghita's children were young, the faes had never shared a lot of time together, Ghita finding her home out on the territory hunting while Mati's role required her to be nearby.


Moving slightly to face her, Ghita shifted her hips slightly, as if to roll onto her side before her bandages restricted her, and her body shrieked in protest. Ivory teeth finding her lower lip, she chewed slightly to distract her, the silver snake bites flashing as the ebony lip moved. One the moment had passed, the fae re-opened her eyes from where they had been screwed shut for a moment, her attention fully - and happily - on Mati. "Hey, Mati. What brings you over here?" Many of her packmates simply hadn't noticed the invalid after the initial fuss, so the visit from the younger girl brought both curiosity and thankfulness forward from Ghita's heart.



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Her violet eyes watched the woman as she lay on the old couch. She felt horribly about what had happened. It pulled at her heart strings, and made her wish she could turn back time once more to stop it all from happening. Ghita had been so brave, dashing into the old barn with no thought of her own safety. Mati had been so enthralled in the fact that Cambria had been trapped that she didn’t consider that another pack member could be hurt while trying to save her. But Ghita had a strong sprit, Mati knew this well even though she had only known her from pack meetings and when Savina had given birth. Still, such a thing could not be mistaken or over looked.

The Church female took a step closer, as her eyes opened to meet her. She was in such obvious discomfort, and Mati’s brow knit together as she watched the other female turn to greet her. In all honestly the other female looked horrible, wrappings right up her chest and her eyes closing at the pain of each movement. She wondered what lay beneath the blanket, and remembered what she had looked like when she had been carried out of the barn. Just went out for a patrol. Mati answered, her eyes resting on the other fey’s face, a soft smile coming to her features.

I wanted to see how you were doing, and if you needed anything. Mati spoke once more, her voice leeching the sympathy and guilt mixture that lived in her heart. She could be hungry, or thirsty and need something that Mati would be happy to get her. It must be so hard for her, to be on best rest for such a long time. Mati couldn’t imagine doing it herself, and she seemed a bit more low key then the older Marino. She was always happy to sit in one place and doodle if it was necessary.




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<3
Wc: 416


Noting Mati's knit brow of concern only made the fae feel even worse. With such a strong sense of pride like the one Ghita had, she allowed no one to donate their pity, let alone their aid in any way. It was likely for the better that the fae had remained unconscious for the most part, while Dawali helped her injuries, or she was certain her pride would've gotten in the way. But like a neon sign above her head, her injuries and her bandages screamed 'invalid' to anyone who even looked at the fae. Pressing her ebony lips together in discomfort, this time of the mental variety, Ghita let herself lose herself in the simplicity of the conversation between the two faes.


"Oh... did you find anything interesting?" The start to her speech wasn't for Ghita's lack of graciousness, but it had taken the fae a few moments for all of the details to register. Jazper was usually the one to run patrols around Crimson Dreams' borders, but of course, he couldn't now that he had pups to look after. In Ghita's sluggish frame of mind, she hadn't made the connection between Jazper watching the kids and him being unable to run patrols - as long as she'd been in Crimson Dreams, the ebony male had always been out, keeping her and her pack safe as could be.


Precariously returning the smile Mati gave her, she let the emotion spread across her face a few centimeters each way, fighting to keep the smile from turning into a grimace that the wounds demanded. Letting Mati's speech sink in, suddenly the task became all the harder. It was true, her whole body itched with the need to be free and able to move around, but that was nothing that Mati could help her with, unless she could find some magical potion that could heal her even faster. And the fact that the younger fae could recognize such helplessness in the older femme... that made her wounds hurt all the more painfully.


Quietly, she shook her head, letting the slim wisps of hair fall around her shoulders without making a sound. "I'm okay, thank you. Although the company is much appreciated." Letting her guard down for that moment, Ghita managed to show Mati in those few words the second nature of her pain. In her confined bed rest, something that everyone took for granted - company - slipped away as those who could give it spent their time elsewhere.



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There was no reason for the older female to feel as if she was useless in some way. It wasn’t her fault, it was an accident first and fore most and then if there was anyone to be blamed for the misfortune Mati placed it right on her own shoulders. It didn’t belong anywhere else. Of course Mati did not know that it was Ghita’s pride that was hurting just as much as the rest of her body, and her sympathy could not be curbed.

At her question Mati could only shake her head, Thankfully not. Her words came with a small smile. She wasn’t used to such work. Long walks and strenuous physical activity was not difficult for her, she was fit enough. But she did not believe her experiences had prepared her for the defending of their border. I’m not sure what I would do if I found someone suspicious. Mati admitted. Call for help and back up sure, but Mati didn’t know what could happen in the few moments that it would take them to reach her.

What she didn’t know was the protective capacity that resided within her. It was something instinctual and nurtured by her experiences both as a youth and as an adult. It etched out a part of her center, building a strong core that she could count on at a moment notice and in situations she worried she might stumble across. Seeing Cambria being carried out of the fallen barn had made it blossom and now it simply waited to be woken. Only time would tell what would spark it’s ferocity.

Company was something she could give, and happy to do so. Mati brought a chair over next to the couch, sitting in it lightly. There was a small bit of silence, the words not coming very easily now that she was no longer standing halfway between being here and just passing by or heading off on an errand for the banged up Dreamer. But then she spoke up, I visited Cambi, she’s doing well. Such a topic was never far from Mati’s thoughts and the words slipped from her tongue easily.





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Sorry for the failwait!
Wc: 439


Resting her body on the manor's couch did nothing for Ghita's wild and wandering spirit. The Italian fae had never been easy to pin down anywhere, which made the adjustment to Crimson Dream's pack life difficult. But she'd done it - for her sister, her brother, her sister's children - for the family she'd eventually create. But now all of that was torn from her now, in the single instant that she gave her body for her niece. It was absolutely nothing that she regretted or resented, but instead was happy to do. However, the repercussions were grave. So far her body had been healing well, but it was still early in the healing process - anything could easily go wrong.


Smiling softly, Ghita nodded at Mati's statement, letting the words sink in. "I'm sure that you would've known the right thing to do. You did with what happened at Old Red, after all." The event had hardly been spoken of between the wolves involved - it seemed almost ridiculous to be that way. Especially among the younger victims to the failing barn, the little piece of Ghita's maternal instinct shouted to her, to talk about this and resolve this with both Mati and Cambria. However, both Marinos were resting with limited movement - the reparation with her auburn niece would take time.


Thinking carefully now, Ghita chewed her lip, studying Mati. She knew very little of Anu's adopted daughter, and nothing of the relation she had with Ghita's niece, and now was regretting it. The incident had drawn the involved together, Old Red's last blessing as it tumbled to it's ruin. Quietly shifting the bandage around her ribs, Ghita tried to hide her discomfort - her secret desire to be free of the binding material and let hellfire come in the end - it would be worth it simply to move again. And to think - she had only been confined for a few days - the healing would take many weeks more before the Italian fae would be returned to normal.


Unabashedly, her head and gaze snapped up, the brilliant turquoise meeting Mati's gaze as soon as her niece was mentioned. The news of Cambria had been scarce, small trickles of water in the drought. Hiding a cringe that ravaged her bones through the sudden movement, Ghita's ears flicked quickly, appreciating the proximity for once. There was shame in her voice as she spoke, as if this had been her fault completely, the words barely hiding the care she felt for her niece. "I haven't heard much about how she's doing - how badly was Cambria hurt?"


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The tall wolfess leaned forward for a moment, resting her arms on her legs as she listened to the wounded woman. She didn’t know how she turned into pure action and adrenalin that pushed her to attempt to move the large roof, though only after calling the rest of the pack. The lines were still on her hands, but she had refused the bandages days and days ago. They were tight scars, and she needed to keep her hands warm and loose as they healed. She rubbed them gently, I guess. was her only response. It hadn’t been a full success, Ghita was proof of that. But it could have been worse, far worse.

Thinking of Cambria placed Mati somewhere else. It was like a different life, one that she never wanted to leave. She was a bit uneasy (though only a small bit) speaking to Ghita when she was worried that all her emotion would leak out onto her features. It was not Strel, who was her good friend and liked males himself and thus seemingly in the same boat. She couldn’t help but hesitate for a moment as the warm feeling rose in her chest and her heart skipped and jumped.

Not badly, no. Her voice was rushed and she waved her hand as she shook her head. Oh no no no no… there was no need to worry. Cambria was okay, not well, but she had seen harder times and Mati was actually grateful for her positive attitude, since she had been the weak one when she had gone to see her. A few bumps, bruises and scrapes. Her ribs are sore, but she will recover quickly. She assured the aunt. Mati was simply happy to know, to finally know that she would be okay, that they bother would be. It was the moments of unknowing (moments that felt like hours) that were the worst.


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^^
Wc: 481


Very slowly, the woman sat up, using her arms to push her unresponsive body to a less reclined position, ignoring the pain as she went. Sensing the same emotions that surrounded Cambria as Ghita spoke with her after the family gathering, Ghita's eyes searched Mati's for a moment, trying to figure out how to get in and help Mati in the way she could offer now. But the unease was clear, practically painted on the younger fae's face, and the older Marino acted accordingly, taking metaphorical steps backwards, retreating through territory and leaving the topic alone. She wasn't sure if Mati blamed herself for the occurrence, but Ghita couldn't figure out how to help even if it was the case. It was something that the girl would have to work through on her own - or with the aid of a close friend.


Wearily, she let her head fall back onto the pillow, letting the news of her auburn kin flow into her ears as her eyelids weighed down. It was an indescribable relief to hear that her niece was well, a monstrous load lifted off of the aunt's shoulders for the time being. It would have been so much better to see Cambria, to hear something from her other than the terrified cries that continued to haunt her dreams. But Ghita trusted Mati, trusted all of her pack to take care of her kin, and so left that load aside, the issue to be resolved once the fae had the permission to use her leg once more.


X-rays, had they existed in this time & managed to survive the tireless ticking of time, would show a total of three bones cracked or broken, some in different places. Two of her ribs had taken damage, cracks making the bones a tender remainder of the fae's former strength, and her leg had been broken in a few places, the damage taking time to heal. Regardless, Ghita still felt the need to move in her very veins, the energy circulating around her body until physical exhaustion killed it. Helplessly torn between two warring desires, no, needs, all the fae could do was lie in inaction, waiting until her body knit itself back together like a childhood jigsaw puzzle.


Yawning not of boredom but exhaustion, Ghita's maw extended to let the air flow, her silver lip piercings stretching the skin as her mouth opened, then closed once more. "That's good to hear - a relief for everyone, no?" Smiling at the girl, the silence stretched between them, the fae grasping for conversation that she held no skill in. Finally a topic graced Ghita, the transformation obvious. Eyes opened in sudden interest, finally able to talk to the fae whose work she saw around the manor. "I've seen your paintings from time to time - they're amazing. I wish I could paint like that, honestly."


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It wasn't easy watching Ghita in this state, though Mati would never even think that it was easier to be in the condition then sit and watch it. It pulled at her heart each time the other woman moved to adjust her bandages and as she tried to moved into a sitting position. Mati almost jumped up to help her, but it only took a moment or to for the older wolfess to lean back on the pillow that propped her head. Mati rose and adjust the cushion, pulling the corners gently to provide the most comfort. She did feel guilty for all that had happened, but there was comfort in knowing that Cambria was okay and that they were okay as well. Their relationship had been so fragile, but it was gaining speed and strength with each passing moment they spent together.

Mati returned to her seat at the other’s voice, it was easy to see that she was tired. It was only natural for her healing to take a lot of her energy. It was odd to think that simply laying in one place was draining, but the woman’s body was knitting itself back together, and it took time and effort even if none could see it happening. Most defiantly. Mati said, feeling the large bubble of relief fill her chest once again. The happiness often threatened to show in a small tear or two, the emotion so powerful. She was brave, and… Mati felt her thoughts trail, the feelings that resided in her heart swelling and wishing to spill out all over. she’s going to be just fine. She felt it better to be a bit conservative with what she chose to share. Still unsure how other’s would react I suddenly aware that the two were certainly more then just pack mates and friends.

The woman’s eyes flicked opened and Mati leaned forward in her seat once again, wondering if there was something that she could do. Her words were generous and full of praise. Thank you. she spoke with a smile. If you want I could give you a sketch pad, and you could try and practice. Maybe it would help pass the time. Mati offered, not sure what the other female would think of the idea.


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#11
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I have to say I absolutely LOVELOVELOVE your table!
Wc: 587


Blinking in surprise as the younger fae leapt to her paws to Ghita's aid, the simple action wasn't anything that the Marino expected, and couldn't help but feel a small twang in her heart on two heartstrings. One played the note of sentiment, appreciative of the fact that Mati was willing to help her even if the pair didn't know each other well, but there was a whole other aspect to the action too, something that Ghita didn't want to dwell on; didn't want to have herself dwell on.


It was the fact that she needed the help, or at least seemed to need the help. Ever since she could remember, Ghita had needed to do things her own way - and was relatively good at it. There was a certain satisfaction to figuring things out on her own, drawing her own experiences and skills into the mixing pot that would eventually yield a desired result. She'd struck it out on her own, moved with the nomads on her own, made the worst mistakes of her life on her own... Yeah, she definitely was a good influence on herself. But that style is hard to fall out of - it's difficult to teach yourself to allow yourself to feel vulnerable again after years of taking care of yourself.


Mati was the expert at tugging pillows just so, relieving a pressure that had previously been overlooked. Letting out a small hiss of air that indicated contentment, Ghita let a smile creep across her features, wiggling her shoulders to nestle back into the bedding. "Thank you." Sure, it could be seen - and probably was seen - as a small action, thoughtless and thoughtful all in one load, but to Ghita it slipped one more piece into the puzzle of Pack life. This wasn't what her pack in Italy was like at all - at least from what she could remember; a stark and welcome change.


Listening to the girl trail off, the aunt couldn't have been more oblivious to Mati's relationship with Cambria. Tending to be a little dense like that, it usually took several whacks on the head for Ghita to finally realize what was going on, simply because she wasn't expecting it. She knew about Anu and her relationship with Colibri, but hadn't heard of the other couple inside her pack. But if either member decided to let the aunt into their circle of trust, they'd quickly find an older fae who had no problem whatsoever with the sometimes turbulent feelings, and in fact encouraged it to keep the pair safe and happy. "That's so good to hear, and you're right - a huge relief."


Suddenly her eyes lit up with a spark long forgotten, dulled by the distraction of idle paws. Looking at the fae with a new scholarly gleam, the dream of arts was born with a simple prospect. "You think I could learn to make pictures... like that?" It had been eons since Ghita had learn something new, and every time she did it was something for others, a tool to help her on her way. Stargazing was for navigation on long hunts, leather drying was for tools of the trade, to help her paws as she wandered for ages and over many different kinds of terrain. But drawing... that would be just for herself, a secret skill or hobby that Ghita could keep as a tiny flame of variety - or fun - in her life. "I... I would love that, Mati."



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thank you!! Big Grin

The only one to ever question the relationship of the two females had been Strel, but the male was overly observant and had seen the painting that Mati had done of Cambria. The picture gave away a lot of the feelings that Mati held for the girl, feelings that she had expressed through paint before she could even come to admit and understand. Fingers laced through the thick mane of waves that fell below her shoulders and gave Ghita a nod. There were so many things that could have gone wrong, so many things that could have happened that would have left the entire pack devastated. It would have broken her, if Mati was certain of one thing it was that fact.

And you’ll be healed before you know it. Mati said with a forced hopefulness. She could not believe that it would be easy or that the time would just fly by. It would be a long road to recovery for the broken legged female, and Mati could not shake the feeling of responsibility that had latched onto her the moment the devastation had begun. It was now her job to make it right, and she planned to help make Ghita as comfortable as she could.

Passing the love of all things creative to another wolf was a dream of the Church fey’s, and by doing so she would be fulfilling two of her responsibilities. Giving something that might just take Ghita’s mind off of her immobile boredom and spread the joy of artistic expression. Mati smiled, her tail moving slowly in a excited gentle wag. With practice I don’t know why not. Her affirmation came with a smile. Here, I’ll go and get one. Mati spoke as she hopped out of her chair with new motivation, fueled by the idea that she could do something for Ghita that would help in the healing progress, and something that others might not think to offer.

Paws carried her lightly and quickly, the sketch pad in her hand along with two sharp pencils. Her room was not far from the common living space and it only took her a moment or two to return to Ghita’s side. Its been used, She explained as she sat down and handed her the pad of paper. It was old and tattered at some of the corners and of course held a few of her own sketches but, its not bad though, only a few of my studies. Violet eyes looked to the other female, wondering if the initial excitement would continue.



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^-^ Yw! Then again, I clearly love all of yours so... XP And Mati's adorable, btw.
Wc: 576


Despite everything that weighed her down, despite everything that protested the action, the injured woman couldn't help but allow her tail to wag, the same tail that had been the sole thing protruding from the rubble that had buried her, causing this whole mess. She didn't doubt Mati's honesty, however, relating to what she'd said before, but waited until Mati had left Ghita alone on the couch before she allowed the doubt in her own body's ability to heal to be painted across her face.


The younger wolfess had spoken with such determination, if simple words and thoughts could make a dream so. The older fae was well weathered, however, knowing all too well the limitations of a determined spirit. Without one, a wolf becomes nothing more than a hopeless shell, but perseverance will only take a creature so far. And for Ghita, who'd overcome pregnancy, miscarriage, addiction, and pregnancy again, it seemed stupid, completely idiotic and a nutty cosmic joke to be so hindered by a building.


A small throb of pain in her hand caused the fae to look down at last, her turquoise eyes blinking in surprise as they settled on the body part. She hadn't noticed the way that her slender fingers had clenched the fabric so tightly, or how her paw had begun shaking until now, whole seconds after the moment had passed. With a mixture of sadness and guilt surrounding her mind, she released the fabric, letting it fall with a dissatisfied sigh. Getting used to the fact that Ghita would never be able to use her leg again was hard, and changing - something Ghita wasn't ever good at, and it left the woman shaky and vulnerable.


Donning her mask of steel once more as she heard the Church fae approach, Ghita smoothed the area around her down, looking as if she was simply fiddling with the blanket she had been given. Meeting Mati's eyes, she listened as the fae explained about the paper attentively, soaking up every possible detail about the new gift she was being exposed to. "I don't mind, thank you." Taking the pad in her paws with the stiffness from her ribs making her movement somewhat jerky, her greedy eyes drank in every sketch that appeared on Mati's pad, becoming enthralled with the art just like a newborn pup infatuated with her mother's smile.


Running her fingers over the sketches gently, as if they might break, the mother spent a silent moment looking at them, almost willing the drawings to leap off of the page and dance around the pair. To Ghita, it looked as if life had been duplicated into the page and flattened, the colour seeping off of the sheets and returning to the land of the sensed. To Mati, her drawings might look imperfect, old and ratty, but Ghita saw through the eyes of another world, a gateway to what she saw as a magical thing right in her very own paws. "I've never done this before, Mati... I don't even know how to hold a pencil right..." Still focused on what Mati had created, Ghita hid her shame from the younger Dreamer, burying her mind in the drawings that she saw before her. Mati had probably been holding a pencil since the day she was able to, but compared to Mati, Ghita looked like a bumbling invalid, unsure of where to go or what to do without a hint of guidance.



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your too sweet! ;3

Mati smiled slightly, full happiness would not be achievable while the other wolfess was hurt but she was glad that she could ease the boredom. Maybe it would help her heal more quickly. By keeping her on the couch and seated she would certainly heal in a better fashion then if she was restless and unable to stay in place for another moment. Maybe this would help, Mati thought as she watched the other woman look through the sketch pad.

Violet eyes brightened as the other’s teal gaze looked with such intensity at the pictures that she had placed on the pages. They were only sketches, things that Mati found interesting and as she wondered what exactly she had put in that book Mati felt her smile fade slightly. There was always a chance that one of the pages would hold a picture of Ghita’s niece. Mati had found that she drew Cambria more then anything else now. A figure of a female wolf could be seen in most of the sketch books that she owned, and the likeness was not perfect (for Mati was far from perfect) but it was haunting.

With the question that came Mati took the opportunity to distract her from the possible portraits that could be coming with the next flip of the page. The Church female didn’t think anything of the lack of experience, in the end what cause did they have for writing? Ghita had so many other talents that Mati lacked, talents that helped the pack rather then just use of paints and paper. I’ll show you. She said with a returning grin. Mati knelt by the couch, taking up one of the pencils, Find a blank page. She said with a hidden urgency. Mati placed the pencil in her own hand, just as she did when she was writing. There were many ways to hold it, from the clutch that she had on it now to the loose two fingered hold that she used when idly sketching. This is how I hold it, with my fingers close to the point. She demonstrated and the held it up for the wolfess to see.



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X3 Not really - it's just the truth. And sorry for the long wait! CRAZY week. ><
Sorry for angst post. ><
Wc: 477


Nodding at her young teacher, the fae focused intently on following the directions, flying by pages and drawings her heart wished to drink up like a traveller in the desert who had just found water. A fews of the designs looked interesting enough, the features of her niece flying by unrecognized by the wounded aunt, causing unseen stress to rise in the Nanny sitting opposite her. Finally greeted by the pure sheen of an untouched canvas, turquoise optics swam in front of it, the mind wondering just how two objects that were so different and foreign could combine to create something as beautiful as what resided in the artist's book.


Responding to the words that streamed from Mati's mouth, Ghita turned her head to face her, focusing on the utensil in her hand. It was so small and fragile, it seemed - especially with the silver tip at the end... the magic that lay between the tip of the pencil and the paper seemed so beyond Ghita, letting uncertainty seep into her mind.


Even in searching for a distraction, Old Red came in to disrupt that. Not only had Ghita's leg been shattered by the collapsing barn; her confidence had suffered a matching blow. She was a huntress, through and through. Now that her future was threatened thanks to her wound, how much use could Ghita be to her pack? She was supposed to be the swift, strong one - to be foolish enough to run beneath a collapsing barn contradicted everything along those lines. How was she expected to succeed at something so new and foreign if her skills were faltering?


Taking in a shaky breath, her smile faded slightly, once again returning to the blank page Mati had indicated. In her uncertainty, the fae had turned back to study the pictures absently, not recognizing the figure that stood in the art. Letting out another sigh, Ghita studied the way Mati held the small twig of wood, uncertainty clearly painted on her face. Much like Sophia or Aro as they tried different hunting or fighting crouches, Ghita's arm rose too, trying to mimic the way Mati's hand was shaped in her own paw.


Encouraged by her mild success at creating something vaguely resembling what Mati had showed, Ghita leaned over, searching out for a pencil as her rib cage stretched, the strain obvious as the fae moved. Quickly, with the fire of independence beginning to spark once more, she gathered a pencil in her hand, moving beyond Mati's aid and quickly forced the pencil into her other hand, the one that still held the shape. It fit into her left hand, the one that felt most natural and steady for some reason. Once Ghita had secured the pencil in what she thought was the right position, she held it out for Mati to see. "How's this?"



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you are sweet! & no worries about the wait my friend, i hope your weekend was relaxing ;]

It was not an easy task, taking up the pencil for the first time. The feat was something that many didn’t believe to be trying when they first faced it, but they soon learned that it was simply unnatural for them as a species. Their hands were large, their fingers much bigger then that of a human, whom the utensil was made for, and their strength could easily snap it in two if they were not gentle.

Mati felt the stress and worry that Ghita would notice the female’s figure on the worn pages leave her, finding that there was nothing that came over the other female’s face as she turned the pages and looked them over that made Mati think she recognized anyone in the pictures. It was a relief, and Mati put it all out of her mind and focused on the lesson she was teaching. She wondered if the frown that came was due to the pain or the concentration need to learning something new. The Church fey imagined that the pain washed over her at random times, coming and going as she moved. She only hoped that this might distract her enough that the memories and the pain were dulled.

Ghita questioned, and the brown fey gave a supportive nod and a warm smile. That’s good. She said as she moved a bit closer. She was a lefty, as Mati always used her right hand. She found it oddly amusing. Then, Mati took hold of her hand, gently as to not startle or move Ghita in a way that might strain her sensitive ribs and leg. Lightly Mati pressed the pencil that they now both held on the paper, showing the force that needed to be used and that it was feather-weight light. Try a few lines, nothing too hard or dark. Lines first, and then shapes. her voice was light and slow as she moved to draw a vertical and then horizontal line.



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Nope! I haven't forgotten about this thread. XP Too many distractions... like shiny things... My weekend was good, especially since I had an extra day tacked onto the end. You?
Wc: 590


Practically glowing at the praise Mati gave her, the young fae was giving Ghita something other than a simple drawing lesson. It had been years since Ghita had ever learned anything new - much less been told that she was good at it. True, it was simply gripping a pencil that seemed more like a twig than anything, but for the fae that had despaired over her injured leg, spent the hours worrying about Cambria, cooped up inside a house that felt more like a prison every moment the clock ticked on... it was certainly something to pick her spirits up. Especially when Ghita's future hinged on her ability to move all four limbs, and the one leg was still unresponsive and moody, it was more than a relief to have her upper limbs working properly, having sustained next to no damage in the collapse.


Ignoring the irritating knives that stabbed at her ribs from time to time as best she could, Ghita lifted the small yellow stick with uncertainty, confidence faltering slightly. A question rose and died on her tongue, the elder wondering how on earth she'd be able to draw with the same beauty Mati did - but she trusted her niece's love (despite the fact that she didn't know about the whole matter), trusted the wolfess who she left her pups to while Ghita recovered from childbirth. Ghita believed, if Mati believed, that she could one day create art just like the younger girl's. But it would take time - something Ghita was all too happy to indulge. Having been confined to the manor for more time than she wished, Ghita had plenty of time to work on her new hobby, and she welcomed the distraction.


She wasn't fazed in the slightest as Mati took her hand. She'd expected the guidance long ago, actually. Being a kinesthetic learner, the fae learned best with her hands and body - somehow, she knew that wouldn't change. Moving her limbs with the fae, she let the girl extend Ghita's arm to reach the paper sitting on her lap, absorbing every morsel of the lesson she could. Drinking in the finer details of moving the pencil, she found it easier than she'd expected to make lines on the page, with lighter pressure than she'd first imagined. Watching the lines grow on the ivory canvas, the wolfess nodded, ready to take the pencil and try herself. When the opportunity rose, the fae sat up slightly, all too willing to move to try this new hobby. At first, the lines were squiggly and faint, displeasing to Ghita's critical eye. She experimented for a few moments, before finally finding the right combination of weight and speed to create straight, light lines across the page. The silver snakes danced horizontal, vertical, diagonal, and everything in between, long and short and intersecting. So engrossed was the woman in creating these new, fascinating shapes, she didn't notice when the top quarter of the page was finally covered in lines completely. While she drew, the fae smiled, the at first hesitant display of emotion growing steadily larger until she was beaming, pleased with her results.


Her beam had turned into a sheepish grin as soon as she realized how much paper she had truly used. Ears bending slightly at the tips, Ghita let out a nervous chuckle, all too hesitant to stop. "I... guess I got carried away..." She said quietly, the chimes of her voice speaking of Italia in her older days. "Are the lines good, though?"



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hope this isn't hard to follow ><;; PM me if it is <3


Mati had felt that every artist needed their mentor. She had had hers, and the French male had been so kind to teach her. Mati had even read in human books that the great artist of many generations had taken lessons or had gone to large schools just for art and painting. They had massive universities just for those with such a talent. Everyone needed their start, everyone needed a teacher. How did anyone ever learn anything without first being taught? They were taught to speak, encouraged and mentored to walk and then shift. At least it had been Mati’s way of growing up. There was someone there to help, and she loved to be that one for the pups now, and she would love to be that wolf for Ghita.

The gray and teal eyed wolfess was moving quickly and nicely through the lesson, figuring exactly how the pencil felt and how it was to make the first lines. It seemed like in a blink of an eye she had half the paper filled. At her tone Mati gave a small chuckle, glad to see that she was indeed having fun with this new project. It was something that could be easily enjoyed, or so Mati believed. They look great. She spoke with a smile, encouraging her to keep going she sat back into the chair.

With a motion on her finger she pointed to the other part of the paper and instructed. Make a box, and a circle and then I’ll show you how to make then look real, with shading. She watched as she did and then placed her finger on the paper one more, Now another box here, Pointing as she said so, and a circle, here. She gave a smile as she watched her make the beginnings of a cube and a cylinder.




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Sorry for the wait! Exams are now done, and I'm off for the summer! Woohoo! And it wasn't hard to follow at all! ^^
Wc: 448


The ebony lines on her face, not too different from the ones that sprang from the page, spread now, like ink running across an ivory canvas. A sheepish smile took on a life of it's own, turning into one of pride and gratefulness. True, she had become carried away with the shapes she could control, she could create on her small canvas, but to know that the end result was good in the eyes of the best artist Ghita had met, that gave her hope. Even if it looked like Ghita's talent at hunting would take a back seat for a while, she could cling to the notion that what she was creating here was good, a new start. Something she could control, if not her leg's healing.


Still, there remained huge obstacles to defeat, to leap over and clear with effort. Following the auburn finger to where the ivory gleamed up at them, the fae nodded, eager to see just what else she could learn to do. Listening to the instructions, she took them to heart, wondering just how she'd go about drawing actual things. All she'd learned how to do were lines, and that was only taught minutes earlier! Confusion could prey on the fae's mind all it wanted; Determination would win each and every time.


A circle would be easy enough to draw - she'd hunted beneath the warm eyes of the sun and moon often enough, frequently referencing them for navigation. She knew the shape well enough, and felt that it would be easy enough to draw. Needless to say, her first try was far from successful. The line itself was straight enough, with only a few wobbles here and there, but the general shape looked as if someone had taken the moon and kicked it, before returning it to the sky. Frowning, Ghita's eyebrows furrowed, the perfectionist nature kicking in.


Attempting a second time with more success, now that she grasped the general idea, drawing the circle was much easier. This result resembled more of a watermelon than a perfect orb, but then again, Ghita had plenty of time to practice. Drawing two more on the page, Ghita let a small smile of triumph creep in, the circles becoming more and more round each time. But there was another shape that Mati had instructed her to draw - a box. A much easier obstacle, she drew two lines quickly, each spaced out about an inch or so from the other. Then, a line connecting the tops, and another one connecting the bottom. The shape was copied twice more, as had been done with the circle, before Ghita sat back, showing her drawings to Mati. "Like so?"



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sorry for the wait! D:


Mati was focused, her eyes watching the other female’s hand as it moved to guide the pencil across the paper. The rest of the world easily slipped away. The thoughts of Cambria, the worries that the other sketches had brought, they had taken a back seat for the moment. Of course Cambi was never far, but Mati fell into the distraction and enjoyed the idea that she could forget about Old Red and that she was helping Ghita and a victim of all that to move forward. Mati was one to try to ignore and block out the bad. It had taken her time to realize that facing the hurtful problems that came to her was simply better and more effective then pushing them away. Now Mati had figured that pushing forward was the best of all.

Ghita was improving, moving forward, and Mati smiled as she tried a second time and got better as she did so. At her pupil’s question the fey nodded., Now you see, if you place lines here, The artist spoke as she held Ghita’s hand and helped her to connected the corners of the two boxes. It was a basic thing, simply to show that the angle and proportions of things could make them look as if they were more then just a single dimension. But as it was simple it was necessary to learn, foundations meant more then many might think.

You can see the top of the box here, and the bottom. Mati motioned with her finger at the top of cube and then the bottom. It was a little uneven, but she felt as if the point had been brought to the new artist. See, you’re a natural. The female looked at her pack mates face, a soft smile drawn on her own.


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