11-23-2010, 11:08 PM
[html]For Bao!
Since the formation of the Cercatori pack, Lucia had essentially become a shut in, hardly venturing farther than the borders of her new home, though to be honest she had never been much of a wanderer in the first place. She told herself that it was just her way of trying to cope with the fact that she had taken the initiative to uproot her life, leave the bitter taste of the past and family behind her. The reality of it was that she had never been much of a people person, and suddenly she was surrounded by unfamiliar faces. There were a few—the rest of the founding members of this artistic little community—that she’d developed the barest level of comfort around, but the newcomers that she’d seen in passing sparked no interest from her. She would rather find somewhere quiet and just practice on her guitar.
That was precisely what her entire plan for the day had turned into, and the girl decided to venture out to the pack’s personal little oasis for some space. The day was overcast and chilly, but not terribly uncomfortable. The Marino was settled beside the cool waters of the quaint pool, the guitar in her hands singing a light scale of notes as she strummed them. The sounds drifted easily through the small, secluded clearing, the only indication to the surrounding forest that she was there at all.
Since the formation of the Cercatori pack, Lucia had essentially become a shut in, hardly venturing farther than the borders of her new home, though to be honest she had never been much of a wanderer in the first place. She told herself that it was just her way of trying to cope with the fact that she had taken the initiative to uproot her life, leave the bitter taste of the past and family behind her. The reality of it was that she had never been much of a people person, and suddenly she was surrounded by unfamiliar faces. There were a few—the rest of the founding members of this artistic little community—that she’d developed the barest level of comfort around, but the newcomers that she’d seen in passing sparked no interest from her. She would rather find somewhere quiet and just practice on her guitar.
That was precisely what her entire plan for the day had turned into, and the girl decided to venture out to the pack’s personal little oasis for some space. The day was overcast and chilly, but not terribly uncomfortable. The Marino was settled beside the cool waters of the quaint pool, the guitar in her hands singing a light scale of notes as she strummed them. The sounds drifted easily through the small, secluded clearing, the only indication to the surrounding forest that she was there at all.