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Savina Marino · 05-12-2010, 03:01 AM

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lemme know if you'd like this set someplace else! sorry for the short start :x

She had visited her sister as much as her busy schedule allowed after the accident at Old Red. It had been hard though, to find time between caring for her new pups and checking in on and taking care of Cambria. Honestly, she felt guilty for not spending more time with Ghita, to make sure she was doing as good as could be expected. Her sister was the one who had been hurt the most severely in the collapsing barn. The Commander was so thankful that Dawali had come and tended to her, seeing as Cambria had been incapacitated. If it weren't for the kind AniWayan leader, well, Savina didn't want to think of the alternatives.

The woman had borrowed a little bit of paint from Mati and a piece of paper. Feeling like she had been so neglectful of Ghita, she wanted to show up with more than just herself. She wanted to bring something with her that would hopefully help to raise her sister's spirits. She had gotten Parker, Silvano, and Artemis to dip their little paws in the paint, a bright cheery yellow, and print their footprints on the paper. Savina had then used her finger to paint "We Love You Zia" in the empty space that was left. Ghita couldn't read, as far as she knew, but she would be able to tell her what the words were.

The small gift in her hand, she climbed the stairs to the room that her sister shared with Jazper and knocked lightly on the door. "Ghita? Lei è lì?"

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Her body mirroring the movements of deep sleep, that was the only part of her that she allowed to rest. Her mind and heart had been whipped into a cyclone of paranoia and worry that ravaged in her spirit as she lay there alone. Sure, her family had visited her as often as they could, and Mati had stopped by a few times to teach Ghita how to put life onto paper, but there was that pressing disconnect that wrapped around her leg and ribs, cutting the fae off from the community she hadn't realized held such value for her.

She could feel it in her bones, especially the one that had suffered the worst damage. Something in her leg wasn't healing exactly right - the pain still overwhelming her if the fae so much as moved it a millimeter in any direction. She hadn't even tried to put any weight on it yet, still using her makeshift walking stick to maneuver around. By now, however, the stick had gained another purpose - stress relief, as the fae subjected the wood to her ivory teeth, gnawing the top half ferociously as the worry and pain grew worse and worse.

Blinking as she heard the sudden knocking at the door, Ghita exposed her turquoise optics to the room around her, the one she shared with Jazper - and the one where their two children had been conceived. Jazper had taken the pair of them out on the patrol, as far as she knew, in an effort to keep Ghita as peaceful as possible, undisturbed and isolated. It had only taken a week or so for the fae to become humiliated as she lay on the couch in the main room of the Manor, exposed to any and all who wished to give condolences or pitying looks. Her pride taking several severe hits a day, Ghita had ended up shocking everyone when she'd silently slipped upstairs, blanket and all, not informing anyone of the move. Sure, there'd been a few frantic minutes where the mother was MIA, but the commotion was quickly sorted out and resolved without any lasting effort.

"Sì, sorella. Io sono qui - Entrare."" Hearing her sister's voice echo just outside the room both comforted and alarmed her, the younger Marino's tone giving only subtle hints away as to her present mental state. But Savina had always managed to support Ghita when she'd been vulnerable - this was no time to repeat the situation over again. Taking a deep breath in, Ghita used her arms to shift her position on the bed, more open to company now. For Savina to have taken time away from her young pups to visit Ghita was amazing and heartwarming, the company for which Ghita was most grateful.

Failwait. >< But OMG so cuuuuuute! *clings* <33

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Savina Marino · 05-25-2010, 05:52 PM

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2 days isn't a failwait, THIS is a failwait! but yaaaaay for sisterly affection <333 300+

She was worried about Ghita, a worry that gnawed away in the pit of her stomach. It was never easy to suffer such a sever injury, and injuries as the case was with the Marino woman, but she knew for her sister it was especially hard. She had never done well having her pains known to the world around her, preferring to lick her wounds in private and without fuss. Everyone knew though, and she had been lain out in the main area of the mansion for some days. Savina understood the necessity to keep her from moving too much and being upstairs would not help that, but she hadn't been surprised when Ghita had snuck back to her room one night and she had done nothing to scold her for doing so. She wasn't quite as private as her sibling was, but she could understand fully not wanting her condition on constant display to the pack. If Ghita's body and mind were going to heal, she needed her privacy, and Savina wasn't going to let anyone deny her that.

Her sister's voice filtered out to her from behind the door and she slowly entered the room. Quietly she closed the door behind her, not wanting any to inadvertently stumble in on their communion. She turned towards Ghita after closing the door, her raven locks flowing out behind her. A soft smile adorned her features as she walked over to sit next to her on the bed. She was careful not to jostle the mattress as she seated herself, knowing even the slightest bit of movement would send pain shooting through Ghita's leg. She held the small offering in her hands, looking down at it almost shyly before presenting it to her sibling. "I cuccioli e ho fatto qualcosa per lei. L'ho pensato potrebbe aiutare lucida il suo giorno." Savi would wait until Ghita asked what the words meant, if she did. The last thing she needed was for anyone to encroach upon her already wounded pride, and she certainly wasn't going to do such a thing. She was here for support and company and comfort. The Commander was here to help and would do nothing to risk more hurt.

Ghita Marino · 05-25-2010, 11:19 PM

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It was always a pleasure for Ghita to talk with her sister. The ebony fae always seemed able to take Ghita's mind off of anything that plagued her, be it a large or small worry that grabbed at her heart. In this case, it was the future of her whole role at Crimson Dreams; She couldn't possibly hunt effectively with one leg trailing behind! But in Ghita's classic style and nature, she quickly hid her turbulent emotions underneath a mask of marble, hoping the spray from the angry seas wouldn't crack the facade.

She appreciated Savina's thoughtfulness with all of her heart. Her sorella knew just as well as Ghita that she hated to be on public display, the resident freak du jour with her ruined leg. Of course the dust-coloured huntress was constantly aware of which doors were open, who could see her, but the fae was just as happy to get up and totter over to close the door herself. Then again, it was probably a better idea for Savina to take care of it. Her walking stick had been chewed at the top, the teeth marks on the wood the only clear evidence of her stress. Grimacing, she pushed the thought away that she'd need one for a while, furious at herself for thinking to ask Ehno to carve her a new, nice-looking one and using this one as a jumbo-sized stress reliever.

Meeting Savina's ivory smile with her own, the resemblance in the sisters was clear to see, even for an outsider. Although their pelts were of different hues, their faces angled in similar ways, their bodies curved in the same directions - and their sea-coloured eyes sparkled with the same intelligent, mischievous shine. Trying to show her sister that Ghita wasn't completely bed-bound, the fae sat upward, using her forearms that had lined themselves with more muscle as of late to propel herself up, so that she could see what Savina held more clearly. Chewing the bottom of her lip that was lined with silver, the fae waited for the lancing pain to settle, as it always did, pride triumphing valiantly over comfort.

It had never truly bothered her that she couldn't read. Until a few months ago, Ghita barely knew how to speak English, and now was rapidly becoming fluent in both languages. But even to the illiterate fae, she knew the sense of what the paper meant, and couldn't help but smile at it. It was a sad smile, though, one that reached her eyes but only brushed them with fingertips, leaving a lost cause when they saw them. Biting her lip again, it was her trademark response to a stressful or upsetting situation, the fae trying to decipher the words themselves as they lay on the page, taunting her. "Questa è bella, sorella. Informa i cuccioli dico grazie, va bene?"" Smiling down once more at the painting, ivory fingers ran over the pawprints as she could imagine each pup dipping their paws into the pain and splashing joyously across the canvas.

She missed her children. It was an ache that never went away, that was ever more tragic since she was the reason they stayed away. In order for her to get rest, it was imperative that she was disturbed as little as possible, or so Dawali said. But the headstrong fae always had second ideas. Wouldn't it lift her spirits to have her children around, and her lifted spirits help her heal? Her own children weren't the only thing she was missing, however. Savina's first litter was missing in action - especially Cambria, whom she'd grown quite close to in the past few months. There was still that unbearable worry that ate at her heart, even worse at night, knowing that she'd let her niece down in being unable to help.

And finally, she missed her newest kin. The youngest, Artemis, Parker, and Silvano she had hardly met - only a few times before the barn had collapsed on her and Cambria. Once again, she was missing the youngest and most precious years of Savina's childrens' lives, unable to shake the feeling that she was letting down her sibling again. Time and time again she'd abandoned her pack and her sister, her brother, trading the comfort of family for a need to roam. But now she was here to stay, she'd pledged. Quickly she'd been bound by familial ties to the land of Crimson Dreams, and in her soul something was shifting, something that needed her to watch her nieces and nephews grow up.

"Che cosa dice?"" Ghita tried to pass off the question as lightly as possible, as if her pride wasn't being trampled on again, rubbing in the fact that the words were dancing on a world inaccessible to her. But perhaps not for long - she'd taken on a new hobby with Mati's help, drawing, and perhaps drawing the words she saw here wouldn't be as different from drawing lines!

Slightly more excited now, she voiced her idea to Savina, words like a bubbling current in the ocean. "Mati's avermi insegnato a disegnare, Savina. Sto bene a lui, ma mi piacerebbe di più una certa pratica. Forse potrei provare a disegnare le linee sul foglio che mi hai dato su un'altra pagina?""

What happened next really shouldn't have surprised anyone. By now, it was well-established that Ghita was easy to excite and stupid enough to ignore and forget the damage to her leg. In her defense, however, she really was improving with the meager sketches she'd started. She was nowhere near as good as Mati was, but better every time she tried, and proud of it. It was only natural that Ghita would want to show her sister, right? So she made an attempt to swing out of bed, the makeshift brace confining her leg as she moved, before she remembered the broken bones in a rather violent manner. Pain lancing up her leg again, the fae shuddered, an arm extending to knock over her well-gnawed walking stick with a loud crash onto the floor, the sound ringing in their ears as it tumbled. Letting out a shocked and angered cry, the fae swore, likely loud enough for the whole manor to hear. "DANNAZIONE!!""

She sat stock still for a few moments after that, whether it was from pain or humiliation was unclear. The small blessing in this was that it wasn't in front of a pack member she didn't know well, just her sister. Then again, depending on who you asked, that was worse. Gritting her teeth now, the ivories flashed as she was far behind simple annoyance, defeat and anger flashing in her eyes for the first time since she lost her stillborn puppies. Calming herself, she let a large hand settle over her eyes and forehead, none of the usual grace present in the rebellious fae's movements. Leaning back on the pillow, it took another few moments before Ghita spoke up again, in such a quiet whisper one had to wonder if it was heard at all. She looked tired, more so than she'd tried to let on before. "Sono stufo di questo, Savina. Sono stanco di vivere così,""

Spazz Ghita is spazz. <33

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Savina Marino · 06-03-2010, 09:32 PM

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poor Ghita ;~; 500+

Savina was glad that Ghita hadn't turned her company away. She knew that at times her sister preferred to be alone in hard times, fighting her demons on her own. The darker sibling tried to respect that to a point, but it was in her nature to do what she could to be there for her family and help them through their private battles. It was why she had searched tirelessly for her sister when she had disappeared after her miscarriage. Back then she had an even harder time of giving Ghita space and she hadn't been able to come to terms with the thought that she needed time and distance to deal with the tragedy. It had been heartbreaking for all of them, and the sting of it had only increased with her departure. Savina didn't fault Ghita for this though, it was just her way, and she couldn't say she would have reacted any differently in that situation.

As her sister pushed herself to a more upright position on the bed, she had to bite her lip to keep herself from telling Ghita to take it easy and not push herself. The words were true, but she knew that saying them would only manage to put her sibling in a foul mood and that wasn't what she wanted. She supposed that moving herself around in that small way wasn't really that big of a deal either. Ghita could be foolhardy at times, but she wouldn't do anything to seriously endanger her health. Savina quietly kept her anxieties smothered beneath her calm mask. The Italian fey watched as her sister examined the paper, taking in what was laid out on it. She saw the lip biting and brief sadness that crossed her face and she worried that it hadn't been the best plan. But when Ghita asked her to tell the pups thank you she brightened back up. "Farò. Sono sicuro che la saranno eccitato l'ama. Forse li porterò sul prossimo tempo, amerebbero la vedere." The question was if Ghita would feel comfortable enough to see them. She didn't want to put any more stress on her.

It would be a lie if she said she had never been angry or upset with her sister before. However, forgiveness always came. It had taken Savina a while to realize that their differences weren't bad, they were just differences. Just because she liked to stay in one place didn't mean that it was wrong for Ghita to want to move around. She may have begrudged her missing out on things in the past, but not now, especially not with what she had done. Ghita may have been considering herself a failure, but she was a hero in her sister's eyes. It didn't matter that she hadn't "succeeded", she had still run into that barn, risking herself to save her daughter's life. Savina could never be anything but thankful for that.

Ghita asked what the words were and she shrugged her shoulders slightly, passing it off as absolutely no big deal that the question had been asked. It really wasn't a big deal. The whole writing and reading thing was still fairly new to her as well, Kansas was just a very good teacher. "Dice, "L'Amiamo Zia"." A light sparked in her sister then, and Savina's smile widened as Ghita excitedly expressed the idea that she had. "Oh realmente? Non ho saputo ciò, ciò è grande! Si! Ciò è come Kansas mi ha insegnato, più o meno." It had involved a lot of him writing something out and her copying it while he told her what the words were. This would be a wonderful place for Ghita to start since she had the motivation. What happened next occurred so fast that Savina didn't even have the time to react until it was all over. Ghita moved quickly, then reached out for her walking stick that crashed to the floor and then she cried out, cursing in pain. "GHITA!" the raven woman called out of worry, ears fallen back against her head, eyes wide.

She watched in shaky silence as her sister stayed still, gritting her teeth, and then finally lay back on the bed with her eyes covered. Savina's heart thudded in her chest and she didn't have any idea of what to do. She wanted to comfort her, but how? What would Ghita want her to do? What would she not want? The slender wolfess was frozen in place until her sibling's quiet words filled her ears. They scared her. Not only what they meant, but the amount of tiredness that she saw and heard from her. It was so unlike Ghita to show herself in such a state, even to her closest kin. Savina swallowed nervously, a hand reaching out to lay gently on her sister's shoulder. "Esso...prenderà meglio. Porta appena un mentre. Lei sarà bello," You have to be fine. She wouldn't be able to bear it if Ghita gave up.

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Her expression brightened the instant Savina mentioned bringing her three pups up to see her. "Mi piacerebbe che, Savi" Whether it was the best plan for her recovery or not was irrelevant - Ghita needed to see her youngest kin almost the same way she needed to run. It was constantly present, her transformation into a family wolf ever more apparent.

Although it seemed as if the smile couldn't grow any larger, it did as soon as the words were dictated from Savina's mouth. "Questo è così dolce di loro, grazie." as she continued to explain her new hobby, the excitement bubbled in her chest, wondering what Savina would think of her drawings. They weren't very good yet, and it might just look like scribbles to her... Frowning, she hoped that her hard work would at least seem like something useful, something she could use if her leg never recovered.

What hurt Ghita more than the pain racing up her leg, more than the sharp clattering of the walking stick in her ears, more than her ribs that still ached when she moved, was the panicked call of her name in her sister's voice. Her ears flattened even more, if possible, against her skull, and she cringed, waiting for the consuming pain to die down as much as it would. Time crawled by, and the moments ticked slowly, mocking her, until the real, emotional pain took over.

As much as she wished to, she couldn't communicate the depths of her shame towards her injury. Even if it was telling her woes to the wind, the fae couldn't rustle up the right words to do the pain justice. It wasn't even a subtle injury, like Colibri's concussion that had long since left the fae, but it had to be obvious, the break marring her leg obviously and the brace practically shouting her predicament to the world. The best she could do to lift her heart's burden was to hint at it to her sister, something that was most unlike her nature.

Feeling Savina's hand on her shoulder did little to nothing to help her present state, but at least it showed a lifeline she could still cling to. She hadn't yet managed to alienate all of her family, by some miracle, but whether she'd let herself take that hand that was offered was a whole other idea. Leaning her head on the ebony hand that rested on her shoulder, Ghita sighed, nodding a little. "Sì, lo so. E 'solo paura, a volte."

Nah, she's fine! Just a little clumsy. xP

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Savina Marino · 07-06-2010, 04:28 PM

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lol XD 300+

Savina didn't know much about the healing process, only what she could derive from instinct or had seen or experienced herself. Some might strongly be against bringing three rambunctious and growing pups to see someone who was recovering from such a serious injury, but in her mind she thought it could only help if Ghita wanted it. If it lifted her spirits it surely could not do any kind of harm to her. She would make sure to tell the pups not to jump all over her and to stay away from her leg so as to avoid bumping into it. Once Ghita said she would like that, the fey was set upon bringing them up next time. "Lo faremo succede, poi," she said with a warm smile. As her sister thanked her again for the little painting Savina only nodded. It was the very least she could do. Ghita needed as much sunshine during this time as possible.

The woman hated to see anyone in pain, but that went double for her family. It was even worse, having it be her strong-willed sister to be brought so low. It would have been bad if it were Ehno too, of course, but with Ehno she would have had a better idea of how to act. Their brother would not have been so ashamed as Ghita was. He was more carefree and didn't mind as much when he was under the weather. With her sister it was a completely different story. This was one of the worst things that could have happened to her and Savi felt helpless. What could she possibly do to make it better? The answer she kept coming up with was nothing, and it made her feel worse every time.

Her sister's head leaned against her hand, and she was heartened that Ghita hadn't pushed her away. She knew that was always the easiest course for her sibling, and the fact that she hadn't made her feel a little better about whatever little power she did have to help her. "Posso immaginare è. È pauroso per noi anche. Ma lei è Ghita Marino! Niente la non può tenere giù, no?" Savina grin returned hesitantly, hoping her small attempt at humor would help to lighten the heavy load that weighed down her sister.

Ghita Marino · 07-08-2010, 09:50 PM

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Where Savina was at a loss regarding the healing process, Ghita was even less knowledgeable. Even as a youngster, if she'd twisted her paw or bruised herself, she kept on exploring, gritting her teeth and pushing past the pain as best she could, no matter how grave the injury. Naturally, this aggravated the wound sorely, and wreaked havoc on the healing process.

Yet this was an injury that quite honestly couldn't be ignored. Leaving aside that this was a pain unrivaled by history, but the location was so vital that every part of her life was affected. Not to mention that now, she was older and (minutely) wiser, more willing to obey those wiser and see the larger picture. But the vital question that remains was whether or not wisdom was healthy in the end.

Sure she was happier when she gritted her teeth and carried on, but it was certainly less healthy for her body. But now, her body was knitting itself back to perfection while her soul suffered, straining under the pressure. It seemed like there would never be a healthy balance between the two struggling halves - if the soul suffered, the body thrived.

Relieved at Savina's intent, Ghita let out a small, contented sigh, mind already racing towards the puppies; Their varying personalities and pelts, the youthful impressionability and yet distinct identities. It hadn't been that long ago that her own offspring had been in that stage; But now, they'd grown up - although not completely. Sophia and Aro were their own wolves now, yet still retained puppy-like characteristics. But she loved them no matter what, and imagined that Savina felt the same way.

Then the mask came crashing down, with a loud clatter and shout. Her walking stick was cutting at her pride, the brace only showing what remained previously. But that was the main emotion - Savina spoke truth. It was shameful to be seen in public with her brace and walking stick, a shame to be so confined and so useless. She was becoming a burden to Crimson Dreams, and that shame truly ate at her soul.

Turning to her sister, only half of a smile managed to creep across her face, without meeting her slightly glazed, turquoised eyes. "C'è un prima di tutto, Savi"" She whispered, barely a breath on the wind. But what Savina spoke of was cutting at her heart - it was against her very nature to be a burden, a shame - and now that was exactly what she'd become to her family.

She sat up now, using her arms to brace herself and move towards the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle over the edge where they could. One leg bent at the knee effortlessly, the other straightened out, supported by the contraption Dawali had brought with him. Her spine curved, the bone peeking through the skin and causing ridges in the fur. "Ho trasformato in un onere per il vostro pacco, sorella. Mi dispiace."

Aww, sisterly bonding... And sorry this is crap - muse is at an all-time low.

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Savina Marino · 07-15-2010, 09:48 PM

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whatev, I've never read a crap post from you Tongue 300+

Savina had thought, hoped, that her light jesting would help to bounce Ghita back after the shocking pain of hitting her broken leg. Her sister had always been one to grin and bear it, to joke about the severity of her pains and move on as if nothing had changed. She had figured that was what her sibling would want. It was just a little hiccup and they could move beyond and forget about it for the most part. Though when Ghita breathed that barely audible response her heart seized in her chest and she could feel the air being pressed from her lungs. The last thing she had expected to hear was that resigned defeatism. Her sister had never given up before. Ran away yes, but never sat down and said she'd had enough. The dark woman swallowed nervously, tears building up behind her eyes. Ghita couldn't let herself be beaten down like this, Savina couldn't bear it.

The dusky female moved, and she continued to sit there in stunned silence, not knowing what else to say or do. Though when the next words were uttered from her sister, a steel rose up in her and the tears that had threatened her vision quickly disappeared. The Marino's emeralds bored into her sister's face with a sudden strength and a slight flicker of anger. The anger wasn't directed at Ghita, simply at the notion that she could even consider herself for a moment a disappointment. "Fare lei non si chiama mai o pensa di te stesso che maniera di nuovo." Her voice showed that the words brooked no argument or protest. "Lei si è rischiato ed è in questa condizione perché lei si mette nella maniera del danno per risparmiare un membro di pacco di persona. Non solo ciò, ma mia figlia, sua nipote," she said. "Morirei prima di mai pensare di qualcuno che ho fatto quell'un carico. Soprattutto non mia sorella." If anyone thought of Ghita as a burden, they were not welcome here. She may not have been the one to carry Cambria out of the falling barn, but she was still a hero in Savina's eyes.

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There wasn't much more that Ghita's soul could take. This was the first time that Ghita allowed herself to break down, and it wasn't nearly as relieving as she'd hoped it would be. It just felt... weird, to be baring herself in this way - even to her sister. It wasn't lifting any heavy load, just doubling it and putting it onto Savina's shoulders, which wasn't helping anyone. She was acting like an over-emotional teenager, unable to deal with her own grievances.

Looking away from her sister was the easy thing to do - staring into the emerald optics of her sister, a memory pricked at the back of her skull - one where the roles were reversed. With Ehno's departure and the news that crashed around them, Savina had been the one to comfort, not Ghita. The Marino faes had never been extremely close until now - where the conditions had changed and the tables turned. The timber fae had finally found a place somewhere where she was worth something, where she could stop running from the past that nipped at her heels.

And that safety net was threatening to give out and away. Her words were scaring her sister, she knew - they were scaring her. But with the simple destruction of her leg came with the destruction of her usefulness - of her place in the pack - her pride. Independent from the start, Ghita was never one to need a leg up at all - always able and more than happy to take life by the horns and run with it. But now she couldn't even walk without relying on a stick to support her. She was broken, literally and figuratively, and it didn't seem like she'd recover soon.

With her next words, she could sense the change in Savina's demeanor immediately. Startling at the fury suddenly apparent in her sister's face, her first instinct was to flick her ears defensively, the silver-tipped tents leaning back ever so slightly as the Marino's fire coursed through the veins. She was an unpredictable land mine, it seemed, but Savina's words stopped her in her tracks, jaw slackening slightly, and ears perking up again. What Savina said was true - she had charged into that barn blinded by love and fear, but to what end? Nothing had come from it - in fact, she'd put more wolves that she loved in danger as a result.

"Come puoi dire questo? Non ho il suo aiuto - ho peggiorato le cose per noi. Se non fosse stato per Jazper, sarei andato. I complicato le cose per Ehno. Ti ho fallito, e non sono riuscito Cambi."

XD Ha. Bad posts happen all the time. But thank you.
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Savina Marino · 08-03-2010, 05:37 PM

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you mean, they happen to -me- all the time XD 300+

Savina would not allow her sister to sit her and wallow in self pity to the point where she couldn't find her way out of the pit. She could only imagine how difficult this was for Ghita, but she wouldn't let her give up on herself. She never would. That was what family did for one another. They held each other up even when you yourself had lost the strength to do so. It was clear now that her sister's physical condition was very telling of her emotional one as well. Savina knew now that she had to be strong for Ghita, she couldn't break down and cry and get lost in her sibling's misery or she would be lost for sure. No, she needed to stand up, and show her that no matter what she would always be valued and loved and cared for by the whole of Crimson Dreams, but most especially by her family, those that were the closest to her.

It didn't surprise her that her sister shrank back momentarily from her sudden change. Perhaps it was that kind of shock that she needed. Hopefully a bit of a shock would shake her out of all this melancholy. Savina hoped her strong words would be enough to bring Ghita out of this ridiculous idea that she was worthless and a burden, but she argued back against what she had said instead. It didn't discourage the darker sister though, it only made her need to try that much harder. Her jaw set as some of the fire went out of her, but not completely. "Lo dico perché è vero e perché lo credo Ghita. Dovrebbe così lei." She couldn't think otherwise, it was impossible. "Lei non ha fatto delle cose peggiori. No, forse lei non era il uno prendere Cambi fuori, ma lei era lì. Lei non l'ha fallita e lei sicuro poiché l'inferno non mi ha fallito. Se nessuno ha fallito, mi era..." The woman looked down at her lap, sighing heavily. "Sono sua madre e non ero lì per lei. Almeno lei poteva provare e risparmiarla, anche se lei non ha riuscito. Ero neanche lì." From the moment she had found out what had happened, she had hated herself for not being there. Even if she had been stuck with her littlest pups, she felt guilty.

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Wallowing in self-pity was new for Ghita. Every other time, she'd distract herself - whether it would be by running, hunting, or just plain moving, But it was now that the ties she'd tried to avoid had snagged her body and tied her to the ground. When she'd left Crimson Dreams the first time around, it had been because of Savina's success where she had failed. When she'd rejoined, the only misgiving she'd had was the ties that the nomad would have to bear.

Ties to her family, ties to her loved ones, ties to a certain area. She'd lost freedom in gaining love, and it was times like now where she wondered if it was worth it. It was detrimental to her very being to be tied down, and to be unable to express that by moving, by avoiding the problem until it went away, it only grew worse, and ran havoc on her emotions. It was rare to see the fae crying - or anywhere close to it - and those closest to her knew that all too well.

"Sorella, Tu pensi troppo a me. Io non so come si può pensare ho aiutato affatto." Ghita hadn't done anything to help her sister's child at all - and she couldn't see how Savina could see Ghita in a hero's light for being headstrong and stupid.

Akin to her reaction to Savina's harsh tone, Ghita's ears flicked around, alarmed, at her statement. "Savina, no! Come puoi dire così? Certo che non le fallire!" As the conversation wore on, Ghita could begin to see the flicker of her sister's logic - but by no means did she agree with it. "E che cosa avreste fatto? Ti hanno lasciato i vostri tre giovani, cuccioli vulnerabili da solo per chissà quanto tempo? Hanno bisogno della loro madre. Lei sa benissimo che si sarebbe Cambria odio se si è fatto male a suo nome proprio - e ancora di più se i suoi fratelli erano in pericolo. Hai fatto la cosa giusta." Placing her ivory-tipped hand on Savina's, she hoped that the simpleness of the comfort would be enough to banish such poisonous thoughts from Savina's mind.

XD Nonono, they happen to ME. And when should we look to wrap this thread up?
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Savina Marino · 08-13-2010, 02:47 PM

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we can start wrapping it up now! 300+

She didn't know how to get through to her, to cut through all the pain and disappointment that was wrapping her sister up in a poisonous cocoon. Stubbornness seemed to be a trait of the Marino family, but she wished that for at least this once Ghita would let go of her own personal perceptions and listen to her. Discouraging as it was, to listen to her sister continue to doubt herself and degrade what she had done that day, Savina wasn't going to give up. She wasn't going to let her sibling do this to herself without fighting back against the negativity. "Sarei piuttosto colpevole di pensando troppo di lei di mai pensando troppo piccolo," she said fervently. "Lei era coraggioso e lei si è rischiato per la sua famiglia. Ciò è perché sono orgoglioso di lei. Il riposo non importa." The woman was silent for a moment before adding, "La mamma sarebbe stata orgogliosa anche." Her emeralds locked meaningfully with her sister's turquoise. If anything could get through to her, she thought the mention of their mother would.

Savina stayed quiet as Ghita argued against her own feelings of failure on the matter of what had transpired that day at the barn. Her logical side knew that the right thing had been done, but the fact of the matter was, was that she hadn't even known what was going on until it was all over. All she had heard what Mati's panicked call for help and the rushing of the pack to her aid. She hadn't known that it was her own sweet daughter that was in mortal peril. Being ignorant of the specifics and staying behind hadn't been easy, but if she had known that it was Cambria who was in danger, she couldn't say with any certainty that she wouldn't have gone to help her.

Tears stun at the back of her eyes, but she did her best to keep them back, to keep them from falling to wet her face. "Forse ho fatto la cosa giusta, ma neanche ho saputo ciò che succedeva finché tutti sono stati restituiti alla Residenza. Non ho saputo che era Cambi che era nei guai. Se non ho avuto so che avrei fatto..." The woman sighed before looking back up to her sister. "Come una madre è supposta per scegliere tra i suoi bambini? Non so che avrei fatto Ghita, non faccio realmente." The hand that wasn't covered by her sister's own moved to lay on top of Ghita's. Silence settled heavily over the room for a moment, and Savina took a long, shaky breath. "Suppongo c'è delle cose che non possiamo sapere. Ma una cosa che so è che lei non è un fallimento e lei non sarà mai un carico a me."

Ghita Marino · 08-16-2010, 05:44 PM

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It was quite a common trait of the Marinos to be proud, to not let the bad stuff bring the siblings down, but sometimes even the strongest waves would ebb. They'd have to, or risk overpowering everything and everyone in their path. And so it was with Ghita, as she dropped her shields and exposed herself, in hopes of ridding herself of the painful feeling that accompanied her pain wherever she went.

Unused to and uncomfortable with praise, especially in abundance as it was now, even from her sister, Ghita's gaze dropped to the ground, searching for something that could somehow justify all of the praise, and found nothing. "Ma che importa! Che cosa è il coraggio senza un risultato finale accettabile? Un martire pietà." Her tone dripped with the hated, angry tone of a fae who felt that she had failed in her duty to her loved ones, and knew she was on the precipice of falling into pity. But her eyes, that which all too frequently betrayed her did so now, showing her on the verge of tears in her passion. Somehow, she needed to show Savina that she didn't deserve this, she wasn't worthy of her sister's high praise! She never was, and never would be.

But what she said next stopped the fae in her tracks, as Savina had predicted would happen. Gulping back the words that died on her tongue, a silent diamond of a tear broke free and fell across her face, Ghita saying nothing all the while. The expression on her face, and the silence was more than enough to tell Savina all she needed to know. She missed their mother as much as all of the siblings, the sorrow made all the more bitter as she had knowingly spent her life away from her mother and siblings, after leaving for the nomadic pack.

While she thought of this, Savina drew into her own thoughts as well, and for a moment or two the two sisters sat, dealing with their emotions through slow processing, until Savina spoke up once more. It was Ghita's turn to shake her head, slowly, unsure of what to tell her sister. It was surely a terrible position to have to be in, to have to choose between one's children, and she prayed to whatever diety would listen that neither mother would have to be in that position. About to speak, she fell silent again at her sister's sigh, wishing she could do or say something to help her. "Forse è meglio che tu non lo sapeva, che non ha dovuto scegliere. Qualsiasi scelta si colpa per te."

Finally, as Savina spoke at last of burdens and closure, Ghita gave the slender hand a small squeeze, trying her best to be the reassuring sister she never could quite manage to be. Unsure of what to say next, she took a breath in, let it die, and tried one more time, keeping it as simple as she knew how. "E lo stesso a te, Savi. Ti amo, per sempre."

Dawww, I want to give Savi a huge hug! ;-;
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Savina Marino · 08-17-2010, 07:26 PM

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and I want to give Ghita one! end here? 500+

Nothing seemed to get through to her, and Savina could feel her hope and confidence waning. She didn't know what else she could, what else she could say to possibly make Ghita understand. Still she wanted to make it better though, to banish these anxieties from her sibling. "Il coraggio è tuttavia il coraggio, non importa il risultato. Lei è stato doluto per provare a qualcosa di di valore di fare, non ci è vergogna in quella, sorella." Savina had gotten hurt before, not quite this bad, but bad enough and it hadn't been for quite so noble reasons. She had stormed off and made a rash decision out of anger and while her intentions hadn't been bad, she had ended up endangering herself, and the whole pack. She had wounded Kansas' trust in her as well. It was all fine now, and no larger consequences had come from her gut decision, but the fey knew how easily things could have disintegrated. Ghita didn't know that story, she had been gone, but she didn't really need to know. Perhaps one day Savina would tell her sister, but today was not that day. Today she just wanted to help her.

Thankfully though, no retort was given to her comment about their mother. Perhaps now wasn't the best time to bring her up, for she didn't want Ghita to feel that she was using it against her in any way, but it was the one thing that she knew would halt her sister's self loathing statements. Plus, the dark Marino daughter felt that she was able to make such a statement truly. She was the one who had stayed with their mother until the end, and she knew with all her heart that Amata would be proud of Ghita for doing what she had done. It was unfortunate for all that she had suffered these injuries, but that didn't diminish what she had gone in there for.

The thoughts that plagued them both were heavy, and she knew that her sister would understand her fears and trepidation. It was a choice that she didn't think any mother could make, much less that any should have to. Savina knew that she would readily offer up her own life for the life of any of her children, but she couldn't ever choose between one or another. She loved them all equally, and the loss of any one of them would break her heart, cripple her. No parent should have to outlive their child, and she prayed that she wouldn't have to deal with such a burden. "Indovino così. Sentirei colpevole che avrei scelto, ma sento già colpevole, anche se non dovrei." Maybe that was both of their problems. Both felt bad for things they couldn't help and no matter what anyone said, they couldn't feel good or okay with what had happened. If that were the case, Savina just hoped that they could both overcome these issues and move forward with their lives.

She knew this wasn't her sister's strong suit, but the pressure of her hand and her words did some ease the heavy laden cloak that shrouded her heart. A very, very soft smile found her lips as she leaned carefully against her kin. "L'amerò sempre anche Ghita. Non importa che."

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