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WC:253 // Backdated to when they are both handicapped! Cx Sorry for the delay starting this!



It was quiet in the manor. The Dreamers were out and about, enjoying the sunshine or otherwise recuperating from the shocking disaster that had precipitated with the collapse of the old barn. Coli hadn't made it out there in time, but rather was found later out cold on the kitchen floor, lying in a damp puddle with only a hazy recollection of what she had been trying to accomplish. She had learned that two of her packmates, Cambria and Ghita, had been rather seriously injured, but no one had died... That was a relief. Coli herself had visited that barn in the winter, she along with Flayra... What if it had collapsed on them instead?


She sighed, gingerly touching the matted bruise at the back of her skull. They had advised her not to shift for a few days, to avoid moving around, basically to lay low until they were certain it was not a fracture or a concussion. But this meant staying in the manor, when she was no longer staying in Anu's room... She had peeked in occasionally when she was sure Anu was out, because the haven was still a comfort to her. But she never stayed long. She curled her legs up onto the old couch in the sitting room, resting her chin atop her knees. Another screw-up, another mistake that forced more distance between them. She was certain that she had meant to help Cambria and Mati, with the intention of showing Anu that she could be useful...


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That's okay! I'll likely be slow & fail-worthy. xP The irony? I have a concussion atm. XD
Wc: 524


It seemed so odd to the fae - that something so vital to her existence could be ripped from her in a single moment. If she possessed the power to travel back through time, she'd certainly revisit the moment she ran through the barn, all the while thinking on her course of action. When it came down to it, however, Ghita knew that she didn't regret charging after Cambria - just the fact that her actions had put her out of use and an added worry for her brother when he should've been focused on Cambria.


The days had crawled by at an unbearable pace, pain ravaging her frame as she tried to knit herself back together. Her ribs were still tender and sore, to say nothing of the constant ache that ran through her knee. For now, Ghita didn't even let herself dwell on the possibility that this could become a more permanent handicap - it simply wouldn't happen to her. She had pups to tend to, a pack to feed... no. She'd be fine - she always was.


But that didn't help day by day. The boredom was immense and unending, a silent torture for the fae who needed to constantly be doing something, to move. When Jazper and the kids were out, she'd tidy the room endlessly, organizing every single thing that wasn't bolted down. It was the only thing that kept her from the brink of insanity. However, she was forced on bedrest whenever another wolf was present - it was that or to risk a long-winded lecture.


The boredom had eventually become overwhelming, the walls crushing the broken fae and pinning her to the bed she lay with her mate in. Grabbing her stick that she used to move around, Ghita made a sudden, conscious choice of exploration, testing out the limits of her injury. Delicately, she limped to the stairwell, not daring to use her leg until she'd reached the bottom of the stairs. But as soon as she reached that, it became clear through the pain that Ghita had put herself through that using that damaged leg was not an option.


Grimacing, the female beelined for the nearest surface she could rest on, not quite ready to make the climb back up to her shared room. Paw and stick taking her to the sitting room, she blinked in confusion as the couch was occupied, her mind sluggishly piecing together the evidence. She'd heard of Colibri's injury - in fact, the fae was discovered just as Ghita's own limp frame was brought back to the Manor. But both wolves had been confined to the Manor, each suffering in silence, so there had been limited contact between them. Sympathy shone in Ghita's eyes as she moved to sit down on a nearby chair, collapsing into it as soon as she could. Returning her gaze to the fae, the aunt recognized something off about the packmate, almost a melancholic plague that attacked her friend beyond physical reach. Not one to immediately pry, the fae brushed it off before speaking up, false pep in her voice. "Hey Colibri. How's your head doing?"



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WC:252 // oh my goodness! xD I hope yours heals up faster than slowpoke Colibri!



Coli perked her ears forward at the sound of someone padding down the stairs; their gait was uneven and slow with the clatter of a walking stick, their breathing short and labored. She cringed as she realized it had to be one of the injured werewolves staying in the manor. If she slipped or collapsed, Coli would prove to be useless yet again. But luckily, her packmate safely made her steady way into the sitting room, settling heavily into a nearby chair.


"...Hello, Ghita. About the same as your leg, I imagine," she retorted with a wry smile, her spirits lifting slightly with the prospect of conversation. She was always self-conscious externally and internally, worrying what sort of impression she made on others and whether they were criticizing her. Since they were both visibly injured, she at least didn't have to worry about the stigma of clumsiness.


Colibri and Ghita had not spoken a great deal in the past, but the Marino family as a whole truly impressed her. They all seemed so well-adjusted, confident, and capable. Savina even frightened her a bit, with her feats of strength and her dominant nature (although her recent stint of motherhood had gone far to soften Colibri's mental image of the Commander). Still, while Ghita was a relative unknown to her, Coli held her in high esteem if only for her siblings. "It looks like we might be cooped up in here for a while..." she remarked idly, blue eyes wandering about the cozy chamber.



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Yeesh, sorry for the wait! I'm back from my absence, off for the summer - Life is good. ^^ And my concussion's gone now, thank goodness. <3 Thanks though!
Wc: 329


Alright, she'd deserved that. She knew full well that the injuries affected the pair in roughly the same way, changing their lifestyles however temporarily, even affecting how they moved, their balance... It was strange how two vastly different injuries could affect the body in similar ways. Nodding, she didn't meet the smile, still bitter about how her injury was on display for her whole pack. She hated to feel weak or vulnerable usually, and to have her weakness there for everyone to see only amplified her pain and grief.


"Yeah, I guess so..." Ghita replied, the neutrality in her voice startling. Of course, the fae had no intention of remaining inside for the time she was supposed to. But all the same, Dawali had given her an outrageously long time to stay off of her leg, in Ghita's opinion, and she only intended to stay down for as short of a time as possible.



"Colibri, do you know how to read? That might be something to do." Ghita had her new hobby of drawing, of course, and that was probably the only thing that she was doing to help her leg heal. To draw, one had to be settled in one place, the hands needed to be steady, and the body still. Otherwise the lines would be wobbly, the shapes askew... Drawing was the only thing that kept Ghita resting - her love for this new ability had the ability to even take her mind off of her injuries for a while.


"I'm sure someone around here has a library for you to look into, if you can read. Or maybe someone could teach you?" The world of reading was something Ghita would like to learn, eventually. She definitely wanted Aro and Sophia to know how to. But the language of English was hard enough to speak, let alone read, and so the fae would leave that alone, for a time where the language could truly roll off of her tongue.



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