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Per sorella~ <3 wc: 300
With spring came rain, but Ehno didn’t see that as any reason to hole up within the manor or the caves, or sit beneath the shelter of the forest canopy, staring forlornly up at the pouring skies. That adventurous side of his would always be hard to fend off, stormy weather or not. And since the skies only held clouds heavy with the threat of rain, the Marino found it imperative that he step out for some fresh air while it was still dry out. He slipped easily from the manor and into the quiet, gray afternoon, taking up a light stride out toward the nearby Rabbit Lake. The waters rippled with a slight breeze, disrupting the sheet of grey reflected upon its surface.
He lingered by the shores nearest to Haven Manor, arms casually crossed over his chest. He closed his eyes for a moment and heaved a sigh for no reason in particular, content to simply stand by the water and enjoy the cool feel of the breeze rustling his fur. After a moment the male opened his amber eyes, staring distantly across the water. His gaze slowly drifted to the far side of the shore where he could see the skeleton structure of Old Red in the distance. What bits of the building that remained standing looked almost eerie cast against the dull grey sky, surrounded by the debris of its partial collapse. It gave him an odd feeling each time he went near it, and he knew it had to be from his memories of the day it fell apart and the frantic rescue of his niece and sibling that ensued. But thankfully they were both on the road to recovery, and they could all begin to forget the horrible worries that plagued them that day.
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 D Yay!! *hug* <33
Wc: 656~
Every day was just the same, timing marching on without second thought as to who it left behind. Confined to her bed, Ghita had had no choice other than to remain stationary, her bones knitting together as fast as was possible. There was still some tenderness in the ribs, but that had mostly faded by now. However, her leg was still a source of constant pain and worry, making Ghita more and more ansty by the day.
So, finally, Ghita just upped and left. Grabbing the stick she used for short distances, Ghita made sure to leave the house at a time where none of her family would be lingering, or within earshot. Hovering until the scents of her family faded, the fae slipped down the stairs, using a mixture of railings and walking sticks to maneuver the staircase. Cursing as she slid a few feet down, the fae only just managed to cling to the railing before she tripped, watching her stick clatter to the bottom of the stairs harmlessly, almost taunting her out of reach.
Eventually managing to hobble out the door, her makeshift crutch supported the leg that would not withstand weight, the use of it mimicking the movement of walking she had taken for granted just weeks ago. Her optime form was clothed only by the bandages on her ribs and makeshift cast on her leg, looking awkward and unnatural as she hobbled across Crimson Dreams' landscapes. Her feet (or foot, she supposed) took her in any direction she pleased, the fae doing her best to ignore the pain as she enjoyed the simple joy of being outside again.
She'd missed the scent of fresh air. A natural creature who had only recently taken to sleeping inside, the simple act of being outside had taken on a whole new meaning for her, becoming more laden with value as the hands of time marched on. It used to be something so simple and taken for granted, but the way the wind rippled through her fur and the way the temperature sat in her skin, Ghita felt as if this was healing her more than sitting outside ever had.
Technically, she hadn't been cleared to be moving around yet. And if Ghita had possessed the maturity to fully appreciate this, she probably wouldn't be hobbling as fast as she could now. But however strong her spirit remained, it was clear that Ghita's body hadn't fully recovered yet; her muscles began to protest just after a few miles. Determined to keep her progress up, the fae turned towards the Rabbit Lake, imagining that the lake's scent would rejuvenate her. After all, her very name meant 'Sea', and there was something to the fact that made Ghita feel more at ease around bodies of water.
Apparently she wasn't the only Marino to have the same idea. Eyes lighting quickly on Ehno not to far away, the sister had ended up near a different part of the lake, however, not far away enough to have her figure mistaken for another's. Her pelt's hue would be distinct, and even her facial features would be recognizable - besides; There weren't many other wolves who had to travel with a makeshift crutch due to her oddly bandaged leg.
Biting her lip and muttering a vulgar Italian curse, the fae tried her best to backpedal, knowing anyone of her family would skin her alive to see her moving before her body declared itself ready. Especially Ehno, her strong, supportive brother who had taken on the role of protective male ever since she could remember. Just as her back had turned to her brother, a strong wind skimmed over the lake and it's coast, bringing her Marino scent to Ehno and carrying heavy charcoal clouds. Hoping against hope that she'd escaped detection, the fae continued her slow-motion flight from Rabbit Lake, unprepared to slink away back to her room in defeat just yet.
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The Marino continued to watch the silent debris of the old barn sitting across the lake for a few moments more, seemingly mesmerized by its ominous shape lurking so near. He shut his eyes, and for a moment it almost seemed like the image of the collapsed barn had burned itself into his mind’s eye, the mental image just as sharp and detailed as it was in true life. It didn’t take much of an effort to banish the image from his thoughts, and he just as quickly replaced it with a memory of the barn’s original form. Ehno could remember the old building exactly as it had stood not months before, and despite the charm and familiarity that surrounded it at that time, he could only detect a sinister, deceiving energy about it now in his memories. Had the pack of Dreamers been blinded by Old Red’s comfortable familiarity so much that they couldn’t have noticed the inherent danger the aging barn held? Of course, there was no point in dwelling on it now, though the Marino didn’t have much of a chance to let his thoughts focus on it for much longer as a familiar scent drifted toward him that caused his eyes to snap open.
For a brief moment, Ehno’s thoughts didn’t find any peculiarity in discovering that his sibling was apparently out at the lakeside, enjoying the fresh air. With the thoughts of the barn’s collapse still fresh in his mind, it didn’t take him more than a moment to remember the injured state of Ghita and the rather strict prescription of bed rest she had been given. It really shouldn’t have surprised him, knowing the wild and free spirit his dusty-coated sibling possessed. There was never much that could keep Ghita from doing what she wanted, even back when they were young pups across the sea. Surely his sibling wouldn’t allow even a broken leg to hinder her in her ambitions for but a moment. Honestly, he should have realized that she would have started sneaking around sooner or later, especially with her injuries making a rather smooth (if understandably slow) recovery.
The Italian man turned to face the wind’s source, finding exactly what the invisible messenger had alerted him to. His amber gaze caught his sibling as she turned away, hobbling back the way she came with the aid of her makeshift crutch. Despite the protective instincts telling him to scold her for risking further injury to her damaged leg, he felt a grin slither to his features at the sight of her frenetic retreat. It was a rather amusing image from where he stood, and he couldn’t help but admire his plucky sibling as she tottered away. He watched her continue onward for another moment, allowing her to lengthen her head start and hold onto the illusion of sweet freedom for a bit longer. Then, he took off after her with a relaxed jog, determined to catch up before she could get into too much trouble, but confident enough that she could handle herself a while longer.
“Ghita,” he called as he began to finally close the distance between them. “Can’t turn around without you wandering off, now can I?” His tone was light and slightly teasing, but he knew his sibling would understand the true worry that lie behind them.
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Suave Ehno is Suave. <3
Wc: 580~
But let's face it. Ghita hasn't been the luckiest person in the past few weeks - what makes anyone think it would change now? It seemed only natural - a given, even, that the wind would come along and alert Ehno to Ghita's exit. Catapulting what had promised to be a great mood into the very pits of bitterness, the fae hobbled for a few feet more before finally turning around, checking over her shoulder to confirm that her flight was needed. Of course, her brother was in pursuit, rapidly closing the few feet between them, causing Ghita to wonder why she continued to move anyways.
Letting a sigh seep from her recently healed ribs, the fae maneuvered herself onto the ground, using her stick to support her body until her arm reached the ground, letting the earth welcome her weight. Her damaged leg remained extended like an awkward appendage, something an artist had added on at the last minute, lined with braces and bandages, broken bones and bruises. Leaning back on her forearms, the fae made it fairly clear through her expression that she wasn't planning on budging another inch back towards the Manor. After all, she'd managed to get this far - she might as well enjoy the day.
She absolutely, positively, HATED this. Even if she couldn't read her brother's expression from this distance, she knew simply from knowing her brother what Ehno was thinking. And she couldn't have been less grateful for it. She was a grown wolfess now, more than capable of making her own decisions about her health. It didn't mean that those decisions had to be the right ones. They just had to be her own. Mentally, physically, she wasn't up for a squabble with Ehno about how she should be resting and wasn't, and that was evident all over her frame.
Quickly readjusting as Ehno's words washed over her, the evident hostility decreased somewhat. "I was getting claustrophobic. Still not used to the whole roof thing." A change of location? She could do that. Learn a new language? It'd take some time, but Ghita managed it. But change having the sky above her at all times, the very essence of nature speaking to her day and night? That was the one thing that threw the fae off completely. At her worst moments, the walls would seem to close in, the roof would pin her down, and the fae would end up sneaking out of her mate's room to sleep outside, the only place where nightmares stayed away and Ghita could get her peace.
So it wasn't a lie that she told her brother. Besides, he'd be able to read the truth clear on her face even if she didn't say it. He likely already knew, just how Ghita knew that her brother was barely masking his anger and concern for her. Trading the silent conversation between them, the pair attempted making small talk while saying nothing with meaning. "I'm getting better, Ehno. I think I'll be able to get back to hunting in a few days." Turquoise eyes met her brother's, the all-too-familiar flame simply daring her brother to contradict her. In many ways Ghita knew that her leg wouldn't be healed for a while, but that didn't stop her from doing everything she could to deny it. By the Spirits that her sister prayed to, Ghita would be up and hunting again soon - the determination was evident on her face.
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wc:563 Oh, he certainly tries to be. ;D
The remaining distance between the two siblings quickly disappeared, made easier when Ghita finally gave up her futile flight and settled down to the earth. Even as he closed the distance, Ehno could see the clear look of displeasure on her features and in her posture. He wouldn’t have expected any other reaction from his fiery sibling, and he took this typical behavior of hers as a sign that her recovery was still moving along smoothly at its slow and steady pace. She appeared to be just fine, and if her demeanor was any indication, he was certain that she wouldn’t hesitate to tell him that.
The Italian man took a seat beside his sibling, and her hostile bearing diminished slightly as he settled down. She spoke, one excuse of the many she likely had in mind for her sneaking around. Ehno understood her need to dole out the excuse, just as he understood the truth that rang within her words. Ehno had had plenty of time during the journey of his youth to adjust to living with a roof over his head, while as far as he was aware, Ghita had no such opportunity. Certainly, she travelled during the years she was separated from her siblings, but her wanderings had likely allowed her to remain intimate with the nature around her. The Marino woman’s love of the great outdoors seemed to be a part of her, just as much as her fiery and rambunctious personality.
“Understandable,” he said, amber gaze settling on his sister. “Even I can’t stay cooped up in there for long without needing to get out and about.” Sympathy danced in his tone, mixing easily with the Marino’s Italian lilt. He couldn’t imagine being confined to the manor day after day, restricted from movement by a wounded leg. Ehno couldn’t blame his sibling for wanting to escape, to be able to actually move freely around on her own again. This daring little venture of his sister’s was necessary for her. Her injury needed time and rest in order to heal, but she needed fresh air and independence in order to keep herself from going crazy in the meantime. One or the other wouldn’t be enough to make her recovery as swift as possible, but a healthy mix of the two would be just what was needed. He wanted her to move about on her own, but the worry was still there. Just as Ghita would always be free-spirited and independent, Ehno would always be protective of his family.
His sibling spoke again, her words assuring him that she was on the cusp of full recovery and that she would be back in full force within a few days. The challenge was clear in her eyes, and he was certainly tempted to meet it. Such bold, confident words were typical of Ghita, but he didn’t want to see her getting hurt on some even more daring venture. Surely she knew her limits, though it wasn’t likely that she would be quite so eager to admit them. “I’m sure that will be a sight to see.” He really was eager to see his sibling back up to full speed, but only when she was truly ready. “You must have some new, great treatment if you’ll be running around again that soon.” Some of his skepticism snuck its way into his words.
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XD Ghita gets a little ticked... watch out! XP
Wc: 500~
Waiting for her brother's response was easy, without pressure. She had nothing to hide, now that she had been found wandering out of the manor. Now especially that it became apparent that Ehno wouldn't pick her up and toss her back onto her bed, she could relax more, letting her muscles release their tension. A soft sigh hissed out of her lips as she listened to Ehno reply, intentionally not meeting his eyes until later. The familiar Italian lilt of his voice was comforting to the fae, as the language tended to be in this new country. That familiarity was constant, and she knew that the Marino accents would fade, but never truly disappear, Ghita's being the most prevalent.
Her only response was to nod, knowing all too well the sympathetic tone in his voice was meant for her and her injury. Most of the time she was too miserable to notice it in others, but it seemed to stick out whenever an Italian accent met it. No matter how poorly her leg was healing, her spirit was taking a worse hit, every ounce in Ghita's being unable to accept the pity that everyone met her with. She knew all too well that her siblings were more of the overtly worrying types, coupled with a loyal protectiveness that could seem overbearing and suffocating at times, and comforting at others just as much as she was a free spirit, and had to give Ehno the same tolerance that she'd demanded time and time again.
To an extent, of course. Her turquoise eyes flashed with the sudden challenge she posed to her brother, just daring him to disagree. And in his standard way of darting around and avoiding the real answer, he rose to it, the skepticism not missed by Ghita. The smooth way he darted past giving a straight answer could annoy the heck out of Ghita sometimes (who're we kidding - most times), and this was no exception. Biting her lip, her lips raised and her eyes rolled, the distaste seeping off of her. "I'm sure that I'd heal even faster without people telling me left and right that I won't." she spat, the tone stinging and bitter all in an instant.
In an instant, the winds had changed, bringing with it a tempest on the high seas. The fae was injured, stressed, and over all worried about her leg; the last thing she felt she deserved was skepticism on her family's part. Her ears had flattened against her skull, although whether it was from anger or the stinging hurt she felt that came with her brother's lack of faith was uncertain. The only outlet that was within eyesight was on those closest to her, those who were erring in her eyes - either providing too much care or not enough. The hormonal mother tended to be uncertain at best - with this injury preying on her morale and conscience, there was no telling what an off-hand remark would be met with.
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Ghita was quick to see the veiled challenge in his words, as he knew she would. The familiar fire seemed to light up within her, fuel for the display of flashing teeth and a contemptuous roll of her eyes. Certainly it wasn’t his intention to rile her up; condescending attitudes and her subsequent flash of temper wouldn’t be any help at all for her slow-going recovery and the already present stress that plagued her. All Ehno wanted to do was make her see that the healing process would take time, despite her protests and wishes that it would be otherwise. He should have expected such a reaction from her. She had always too stubborn to admit to something that displeased her, and honestly, Ehno could hardly fault her for that.
That didn’t mean that he would simply sit back and take her verbal lashing. It frustrated the Marino man to be thrust into this situation again, but he didn’t know what he would have expected otherwise. It was a dance the siblings should have grown used to by now. Ehno kicked it off with his usual overbearing protective ways and Ghita responded with her defiant attitude. Same old song and dance with a new tune. What else was new? It was practically how their family dynamic was made to work, if this was any indication.
He took in her bitter remark and the swift shift to anger in her features and felt a bit of a defiant fire of his own building up within. His own ears were quick to flatten against his skull, mimicking his sibling. “I just don’t want to see you getting hurt any worse,” he shot back defensively. “I know you can take care of yourself, and I know you’re sick and tired of hearing it, but I don’t know what else to tell you, Ghita.” He regretted the ice in his tone, but his frustration gave him little other choice. He knew that his overbearingly protective streak had the tendency to get on her nerves, but it wasn’t as if he could simply switch it off.
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That's okay! Sorry this took so long! ><;
Wc: 422~
To an outsider, it would seem that the two siblings were locked in an argument so passionate that neither would want to back down, however differing the emotions were on either side. Ehno's anger was more of a subtle anger, not revealing his hand until forced to by either outside circumstances or the building up of his own emotions. But in the other corner was Ghita's fire - quick to light if struck with the right materials, and would furiously burn out until her strength waned.
But this was usual, even when they were pups. The fae was no good with a net of protection smothering her. But Ehno constantly threw that net over her, whether for his or her benefit, it wasn't clear. The edges of the net cut like knives, though, piercing her skin and restricting her almost claustrophobic need for freedom. And so their bitter struggle had been birthed from this conflict in natures, so different they almost seemed opposite elements at times.
Of course Ehno wouldn't take her words lying down, nor did she expect him to. Once Ghita had been lit, her fire would rage on, uncaring and oblivious to who it hurt and how. So when Ehno's anger raised it's sword in response, the twin tents folding back to mirror the opposite, Ghita found herself unable to blame him for that, although the anger was still there; By the Gods, it was still there. Baring her teeth slightly more at his first remark, she could barely let him finish his sentence before her response was spat out, barely making it past her teeth. "I'm fine. You're acting like this is something huge, labeling me a damned cripple. It's just a minor discomfort. I'm fine."
It was a lie, and even some part of her knew it. Needless to say, it wasn't the conscious part of her, but the more mature, reserved, realistic Ghita. Meeting Ehno's second statement with a turn of her head, she brought her good leg up against her chest, resting her arms on it in a crossed position, turning her face away from her brother. In response to the ice that lingered in his tone, a barely audible growl rumbled in her chest, more a sound of her fury than displeasure. "Ehno, I'm fine. " She growled, an unseen scowl marring her face. But something in the tone hinted at her brother, plaguing with the idea that she might not be trying to convince her brother of this truth after all, but herself.
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Their familiar dance continued, words clashing against words like sword upon sword. One could almost hear the clang of steel in the heated, tense moments between each verbal strike, and the sparks of this conflict only served to further kindle the flames of the siblings’ growing anger. To any outside perspective witnessing this spat between siblings, it would seem like quite a wonder for the two Marinos to calm themselves and forgive each other after such a fight. By now it was simply the ebb and flow of their relationship; it was their age-old formula drafted up in childhood now being perfected by them as adults.
There was Ghita’s hot-headed response, barely masking the flash of her teeth. He was nearly taken aback by her words, the way she almost seemed to label him as a villain as if he was simply blowing this out of proportion to take a stab at her pride. Of course she probably knew he was only bringing this up with her best interests in mind, but she would never acknowledge it as such. She refused to even concede that point of understanding, and it was a source of constant frustration to Ehno, especially during a heated quarrel such as this. “I’m not—”
Ehno clipped his defense short with a frustrated shake of his head when Ghita stubbornly turned away from him. He sighed in frustration as she tried to further convince him that she was fine, biting back the retort he was instinctually ready to launch. It wasn’t for the love of the argument, but out of his concern for her well-being. Maybe right now fighting wasn’t the answer. Their usual bickering would often take a toll on each of them, and that hardly seemed like the best way to promote Ghita’s overall well being during such a time of great stress.
He ran a hand through his chocolate mane and tried to curb his agitation. It was a daunting task at times when this fiery side of him seldom showed itself, and the flickering flames of his anger weren’t so eager to be quickly extinguished. He was tiring of this conversation already, and if the quickest way for them to move on from it was for him to throw this little bickering match, fine. If this was how she wanted to play this right now, he would follow along. “Fine, Ghita. You’re fine.” There was a touch of a frustrating sigh of resignation punctuating his words and it was the only outward sign of his disapproval in the outcome of this encounter. And how easy it would be for her to see through it.
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I'm sure the award goes to me for now. XD
Wc: 253 ~
It was almost funny, the way the siblings clashed like this. These fights rarely took a toll on their long-term relationship, but it wasn't something they could avoid and learn from, either. Their personalities were too stagnant, too strong and everlasting to change, even for the sake of love. It seemed to be Ghita's special ability to bring out the worst side of her brother - who was a gentleman, kind, and deathly loyal. But it was the fault of the bratty younger sister that the two were squabbling now.
They sat next to each other still, close enough to easily be able to touch each other, and yet worlds away. Something was wearing away at Ghita's soul, however - the tigers had come tonight and were preying on her habits. Silence stretched between them, punctuated by Ehno's resignation, and stretching afterwards, creating a marble statue out of the werewolf. She didn't move, still wearing her stubborn frown and scowl, until the moments broke the dam she held.
"I'm sorry." The two words slipped out of her lips, quiet just like a breath on the wind. It was so out of her character to speak those words, it was a shock even to her to hear them in her own voice. But still, she barely moved, only fractions of inches at a time, until her ears had bent in a more apologetic manner, with her eyes peering at her brother out of their corners, almost asking for forgiveness. "I just... I'm scared."
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Silence settled itself between them once again, hovering there so thick with tension that it was almost palpable. Neither of them moved, perhaps out of stubbornness or perhaps out of sheer cluelessness of where to take this argument next. Ehno remained just as still as his sibling, part of him wanting to say something to break the silent tension, even if they were to only go back to squabbling like children again. But the rest of him didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of giving into the moment again. He had already begrudgingly given her the victory in this argument, and he wasn’t about to let her stubbornness coerce him into starting it back up again. The male was nearly ready to simply get up and walk away from this whole situation when she finally spoke.
He almost thought he imagined it, the words were so faint. Amber eyes drifted back to stare at his sister, his surprise clear in their depths. Ghita remained mostly still, but he caught the slight adjustment of her ears and had to believe then that what he heard was real. It was so like her, so unwilling to apologize in every other instance that when she finally did it was so reluctantly quiet, almost as if she hoped that he wouldn’t hear her. Her next words did infinitely more to extinguish the still crackling flames of his anger than any of his own attempts through the stifling silence. Slowly the tension leaked away from him, and he sighed deeply from the release. “I’m sorry too,” he managed after a moment, amber gaze seeking out her furtive turquoise orbs. He hadn’t intended to let this escalate into the debate it had become, and he did truly hate unnecessarily adding to her stress. He leaned over and nudged her briefly with his muzzle, an act he hoped she would interpret as reassuring. “You have every right to be scared. But you can get through this. Nothing can get the better of my fiery sister.”
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Let me know when you want to wrap this thread up. :3
Wc: 333 ~
Exposing just how vulnerable and frightened she felt was new to Ghita - a feeling she didn't want to have to experience too often. She knew without looking, although her turquoise orbs met her sibling's ambers, that surprise bubbled in the depths, and felt as if they were a mirror of her own self. It wasn't every day that Ghita stepped up to the plate and admitted that she was in the wrong, especially in an argument with Ehno. It only went to show the gravity of the true situation at hand.
As if someone had thrown the sea onto the open flames, the anger between the two siblings, which had raged like a bonfire, creating a hideous divide between them, had been snuffed out, the oxygen and the desire to never back down suddenly disappearing. However, relief prickled at the back of her neck like dewdrops in springtime, and an immense load was lifted from her frame, now that she wasn't alone in her vulnerability.
Meeting her sibling's gaze was easier than she'd imagined at first, and she held onto it, trying to communicate just what she'd really been trying to say the whole conversation. And, at the same time, trying to understand just what Ehno had been trying to speak to her as well. All the same, she relished the comfort that his muzzle brought, and couldn't help a small smile from escaping onto her lips, and a harsh, unhappy laugh from springing from her lungs. "'Fiery' seems to be just about right."
Seeking out her brother one more time, she extended her arm, reaching with ivory fingers to find his own hand, grabbing it softly in her own. She couldn't be sure whether it was simply her imagination or not, but something in her heart told her that perhaps, just maybe it'd be easier between her and her brother going forward, now that she had taken the first step in changing the very dance they'd insisted on since childhood.
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The silence and the utter calmness of the weather out by the lakeside today still lingered about them as before, but it felt so much different. Only moments ago it had seemed so suffocating and stifling to be surrounded by such tranquility while stepping to the dance of anger and argument that the siblings had perfected years before. Now the quietude seemed much more comforting, as if someone had draped a warm blanket over their weary shoulders and whispered soothing words into their ears. It was such a simple change, and at the same time, an astounding one.
The Marino man kept his gaze locked with his earthen hued sibling, just as aware of the silent understanding that they passed between their depths. Simply stopping like this and taking in the situation wasn’t something either of the Italians had considered before, but right now it seemed like the perfect remedy to their frequent bantering. He could only smile at Ghita’s little comment. As she took Ehno’s hand in hers, he gave her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze, the smile on his lips softening just a bit. He was glad for the unexpected little turn this ‘conversation’ of theirs had taken, enjoying the closeness of the moment and the tranquility that seemed to settle over them.
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