To stand upon a riverbank

Savina Marino · 01-06-2011, 07:07 PM

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Ever since the incident with the bear, the Marino matron had mostly stuck to the mansion and kept to her lupus form. Her injuries had been superficial, especially compared to Jazper's, but she was still sore and she walked with a bit of a limp where the bear's claws had cut her leg. She was quite confused about the whole thing, as well. Denali had apparently met the bear before and the creature had convinced him that it was a wolf that just looked different. It didn't surprise her her young son had been convinced of such an obvious falsehood, he had been just a baby after all, but the fact that the creature had played with him and not tried to do him harm before. It went against every inch of knowledge and instinct she had about the larger predators. It was hard to reconcile this new, strange picture with the one she had always known. Maybe her mind would change a little eventually, but Savina doubted she would ever trust a bear. Not after one had lead to her own mother's death, and nearly killed her.

The Consul had been laying in front of the fire in the large common area of the mansion, dozing off now and then. The heat felt good against her bandaged leg, and the rest of her for that matter. Savina's head rose up and her jaws opened wide in a yawn. Emerald gaze looked out the paned windows and saw that it was dark out. Perhaps she should head upstairs and start settling down for the night. Gingerly she rose to her feet and stretched herself out before heading to walked up the stairs to the second floor of the mansion.

As she walked down the hallway towards her door a strong scent caught her attention. It belonged to Amata. She had seen her daughter only in passing since she had returned to Crimson Dreams, seemingly to stay longer than she had on previous occasions. Apparently she had claimed her own room now. It was about time she went and had a decent talk with her ever absent daughter so she stood in front of the door, calling softly, "Amata? Are you there mi figlia?" From the strength of her scent, she was.

Amata Sadira · 01-07-2011, 09:13 PM

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She’d been sitting by the window, watching the snow falling. It was nice and warm in here, though she didn’t mind being out in the cold, she just liked it here. It was a quiet day for her, though she did want to leave and explore all over again, she knew she had to stay near Jazper to make sure nothing happened, an infection or anything like that would be very bad especially with the cut so close to his lungs and heart. She gave the man his room though, she went in every few hours to check on him, and changed the bandage twice a day, it was hard work, but that’s why she was a healer, she loved it, saving lives and she was making sure Jazper kept his and had a full recovery so that he could be with his own children as soon as possible.

She watched the little flakes fall down by the window and become one with the rest of the snow, it all blended in as it touched its counterparts. The snow had always fascinated her, especially when she was able to look at the flakes from a flat surface, before they melted they had a specific shape and each one always was different, it was amazing. As it was growing dark she was not able to see much outside, she herself was getting ready to lay down when she heard a light tap on the door, and then the ever familiar voice she could never mistake as any other.

" Sono qui la mamma è entrata"

She spoke, the language her mother had taught her rolled off her tongue so easily still, though she rarely used it since she left, so it was about time she started up again, the language was suppose to be used and she was taught it for a reason. Amata felt bad for not speaking it until now, but her whole attention was at the door where her mother stood, she stood up herself to open it but knew her mother would before she could get to it.

Savina Marino · 01-16-2011, 02:07 PM

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Savina didn't know why it had taken her this long to go and have a heart to heart with her recently returned daughter. The bear incident certainly hadn't helped things, but the woman was feeling guilty for not making more of an effort. This was one of her first born children, her lovely little Amata, the daughter she had bestowed the name of her own mother on. There really was no excuse for it having taken this long to truly recconect and she would be sure to apologize to her girl for the delay. It was the very least she could do. The Consul's tail wagged as she heard Amata's voice come from behind the door, the words in the language of the Marino heritage. It made Savina happy to hear that her children still knew the language. It was one she could never forget, but she knew it was different for her offspring. English was the language of these lands, and they only had the opportunity to speak the other tongue with one another, and Amata had been away a long time.

The ebony woman nosed the door of her daughter's room open and entered with a smile on her face. Amata stood in the room, and even though she had seen her since her return, she was struck by what a lovely young woman the Sadira girl had grown up into. She wished that she could hug her, but she wasn't supposed to be shifting quite yet; her arm still had some healing to do first. "Sono spiacente che mi abbia portato desidera così per venirla vede a caro prezzo, non ho buono scusa." She walked further into the room, coming close to her daughter, looking up at her brightly. "Ora che ho preso le mie vecchie ossa insieme tuttavia, voglio sentire tutto di ciò che lei è stato all'altezza di tutto questo tempo." Her tail waved in an enthusiastic manner. No doubt Amata had seen and done many interesting things in her time away from the Dreaming lands, and her mother was eager to learn all about it.

Amata Sadira · 01-16-2011, 02:34 PM

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As she saw her mother nose through the door she suddenly remembered that she was not able to change forms and fhe felt bad. How could she forget her own mother had been injured in the bear attack. She felt her heart wretch at that, though it seemed to be no big deal to her mother as she apologized for not having any excuse for not seeing her recently.

" Non preoccuparsi di esso la Mamma, siamo tutto occupa, anche sono... con Jasper che tiene l'infezione dall'estensione. "

She said, though it was little excuse for herself, as she could have just as easily got up on her free time to go visit her own mother. She had no excuse so the two were feeling on the same page.

" C'è così molto dire! Ho visto abbastanza un pezzetto e gli animali che ho aiutato. Ho risparmiato anche alcune vite di lupi. "

She explained her excitement about it had flared, but something… just looking into her mothers eyes sparked something… they had been just like those eyes… not as vibrant, not as loving, but they had showed her what she had thought was love… but now … Her usual smile, the fake mask, everything fell away in that instant. Her reason, her excuse for coming back was all a lie, and it shattered into a thousand pieces with one look at her mother… she knew that she could not hide anything from her, and it all made it worse when they were finally alone, in the quiet little room that Amata had picked out for herself…

" Oh non era tutto buono... No.. non tutto buono... era orribile alla fine, stupida ed orribile, e mai non voglio partire qui di nuovo."

Maybe it had been the mention of saving the lives of a few wolves that brought it all crashing back, her denial that anything ever happened had burst away, the wall she held up against him, against the one she had fallen so deeply for… her face was not full of tears, though her eyes were threatening them. She wished so badly that the past could be changed, was she hiding here? Where nothing but family was? Hid and blen d in with her aunts uncles cousins parents, is that why she really came back?

Savina Marino · 01-17-2011, 02:46 PM

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It did not bother her that she and her daughter were in different forms, all that mattered to her was that they were getting to spend some quality time together. Her leg really didn't feel all that bad, Savina had certainly been in worse shape before. In fact this was really nothing compared to how she had come out after she had fought with Hybrid, and she was much better off than Jazper. That was the thing that made her own heart wrench, the thought of how badly the Centurio had been hurt in the encounter with the bear. Savina felt it should have been her instead of him. She was glad to see her daughter wasn't holding anything against her. "Come Jazper fa? Sono sicuro che lei fa un lavoro meraviglioso con lui, ma devo chiedere." It was at least partially her fault that he was injured, after all. Amata had an important charge at the moment, and so Savina understood that her daughter was busy caring for her aunt's mate.

At first, Amata seemed to excited to talk about all the things that she had done while she was away from the comfort of Crimson Dreams. Savina was eager to hear it all, about the animals and other wolves that her dear daughter had helped with her skills. For a second she mused on the interesting fact that both Amata and Cambria had chosen the same bath, but it was not surprising for how similar her two oldest girls were. Something seemed to make the fey with two toned eyes pause though, and then it seemed something broke and everything her daughter was shifted. The next words shocked the mother and concern instantly wrote itself upon her features. Her tail dropped and ears fell back as she responded, "Amata, ciò che è successo?" She saw the tears forming in her girl's eyes and more than ever Savina wished she could change and hold her daughter, protect her from whatever had caused her such pain.

Amata Sadira · 01-19-2011, 06:28 AM

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Amata couldn’t believe herself, crying… crying over something that was so stupid, and it made it worse to hear her mother’s concerned voice ask her what happened… she would laugh at how Amata had fallen in love… but it wasn’t her fault entirely, he said such sweet words, and told her she was his angel, that she saved him…

Mamma, I just… I fell in love with a patient, he was so caring so nice, he was a loner, and he just he came into my heart as I helped him heal, his leg had been broken from a fall, and I don’t know but I loved him mamma, I loved him so much… and he said he loved me .. b-but he left… he left me all alone!

The tears flowed freely, this time as she fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck… this whole time she’d been in denial, her fake cheeriness, though she had always been an over joyous wolf, she was trying to fool herself that everything was fine and she’d come home because she finally finished her training… that wasn’t it… it wasn’t it at all… it had taken her a month after him leaving for her to know she needed family, she had taken that month to compose herself… and lie to herself, that all that love.. it was a dream… but her real dreams were filled with those deep eyes that bore into her, telling her he would never leave her… and now he wouldn’t though he left a scar, and that scar would fester… and she knew it… how could she trust another man again?

I am so sorry… I didn’t ever think it would be so hard…

She said, she was glad that she had not done anything with him though, nothing she would regret, a few playful kisses on his cheek or forehead and him with her hand, but that was about it, nothing went further, which was possibly a score better than if something had happened.

Savina Marino · 01-20-2011, 01:38 AM

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Almost immediately Savina had come to the conclusion that this was a hurt of the emotional sort and not the physical sort. There were no visible injuries or scars upon her daughter's body. The mother knew well though that the wounds that left no mark were the ones that often hurt the most. In her four years she had suffered many heartaches and betrayals and losses. What was it that had cut her cheery girl so deep? Who or what had hurt her so that salty tears sprung so easily to her eyes? As the worlds spilled from her mouth though it became quite clear. It was her heart that had been hurt. She had been scorned by a man that she had loved. It felt as if a hand squeezed the heart inside her own breast. Had she somehow done this? By giving her the name of her slighted grandmother had she called up bad spirits upon her daughter? No, that was foolishness. It was the cold hearted action of a man, nothing more.

Amata fell to her knees and pale arms wrapped about the Italian woman's dark neck. Curse that damn cut on her leg! She wanted to shift forms so she could hold her sweet girl as every fiber in her being was urging her to do. All she could do though was to lean into the embrace. Tears began to prick at the corners of her own emerald eyes, but she held them back as best she could. It hurt so much to see her child this way. "Oh, my poor sweet girl..." The words were inadequate, but they were all Savina could conjure at that moment. Perhaps she should have seen this coming, but she had not and now she had to scramble to find the best way to help Amata through her pain.

The apology surprised her, and quickly she dismissed the notion that Amata should need to be sorry for anything. "Why are you sorry? This is not your fault," she comforted. She knew so little of what had happened, but she was certain that it the fault did not lie with the creamy Sadira femme. "Love can be as cruel as it is kind..." Two sides of the same coin. Swallowing and thinking for another moment, the woman finally began, "Did I ever tell you about my mother and my...my father?" Father was not a word she ever used to describe the man that had sired her and her siblings, but she did not wish to use harsh words in front of Amata right now.

Amata Sadira · 01-20-2011, 09:00 PM

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Savina comforted Amata in her own way, and that was what she loved so much about her mother, so caring and always there for her. she spoke and let Amata cry herself out as well, it was so hard though to think of that man, he had been the nicest of all she’d met, but now… now he was the one that had taken her heart and totally ripped it into shreds. She could no longer deny it not now that she was here with her mother alone and somehow it all came crashing back to her. she sat up wiping her eyes, though sniffling a little. She felt horrible for just diving right into everything like she had, but it seemed she could never keep anything from her own mother. At the mention of her grandmother she was named after, and grandfather Amata shook her head, she had not heard it but if she had she didn’t remember.

N-no, I don’t think you did.

She was continuing to rub her eyes as some fresh tears came to her. she wasn’t sure if she wanted to open any of her mother’s old wounds but she did love learning about the grandmother and she had yet to learn anything about the man that was her mother’s father. It was hard to picture a face for him as she had never mentioned the man to her until just now.

Savina Marino · 01-22-2011, 10:41 PM

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While outwardly she was there completely for her daughter, transmitting nothing but sympathy, inside there was a small fire of anger that had flared up in the woman's chest. Savina had always had issues with men, thank to the poor example her father had set for her. To know that her daughter had come across someone like Serge that had used her just as shamefully, it angered the mother deeply. Part of her wanted to draw out some more information about this man from her daughter so she could track him down, then a broken leg from a fall would be the least of the bastard's concerns. That was the protector in her, but right now that would not help anything. Right now, she needed to be here for Amata and to do her best to make her feel better.

The creamy Sadira sat back a little, rubbing the tears that still rose to her mismatched eyes. It broke Savina's heart to see any child of hers in tears, but it seemed all the worse seeing the cheerful girl this way. It didn't surprise her that Amata didn't know the story about her grandparents, it was not one that she had never really intended to share with her children. Seeing the situation that her daughter had been in though, now seemed an appropriate time to share that painful bit of the family history. "Your grandmother was a beautiful wolfess and she had become enamored with one of the higher ranked males of the pack, his name was Serge Russo." It was difficult task to pronounce the name without distaste, and she was certain some of that flavor had come through her words.

"You see, my birth pack was very different from Crimson Dreams. In Monti Sabini, the higher ranked wolves mated with the higher ranked wolves and the lower ranked with the lower ranked. Your grandmother was technically "below" Serge's status, but she was intriguing, and he decided to go along with her infatuation. They began to spend a lot of time together and your grandmother was quickly head-over-heels for him. After a week or so, they spent a night together...and that's how your aunt, uncle, and I were conceived." It felt a little weird, telling her daughter this, but she continued, for this was the crucial part. "When she found out she was pregnant, she went to tell Serge. You see, it wasn't proper for a female to have pups outside of mateship in the pack. She wasn't worried though, convinced that Serge would ask her to be his mate immediately upon hearing the news. He didn't though..."

"The truth was, he had never intended to stay with your grandmother. It was all just fun and games to him, and when she told him she was pregnant he distanced himself from her as much as he could. I didn't even know he was my father until I was older and we all started questioning why we didn't have a dad." She would never forget the look in her mother's eyes when she had told them the truth, all the pain hidden there. "Unfortunately caro, there are a lot of men like him in the world. They'll use your feelings to get what they want and then they're gone. I'm so sorry that this loner was one of those males." Savina leaned forward, nuzzling her daughter's arm. "You just have to remember that there are good men out there too, like your father. I never thought I would be able to trust a male after I learned the truth about Serge, but your dad taught me that there are good men in the world. I know you'll find your own someday." It would be little solace now, but hopefully her words did help, if only a small amount.

Amata Sadira · 01-23-2011, 04:01 PM

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Amata sat back, listening to what her mother had to say. The story souned like something wonderful at first, until after her grandmother had explained the pregnancy… she did not know any of this… or even much about her grandfather. It made her heart hurt to know her grandmother had been abused so… she did not know her, but she could imagine her being like her own mother, caring compassionate… loving, though over protective, though it didn’t seem that she would have that quality from the way Savina told the story, though it was as much as she knew of her grandmother other than she had been killed by a bear, and her own mother nearly so.

That was horrible.

She said in shock and anger. How could men do such disgusting things, but her mother turned it around, that though there were men like her grandfather, and the man she’d fallen in love with herself… there were also men like her father… he had been caring, still was, and She loved him, just as the only other male she felt she could love was her brother, but she did not think she could go down the path her sister had with Mati, she had no interest in women, and even though Savina had given her comforting words… she had no interest in males… The best thing for her to do was look forward to her job, and her place in the pack.

Thank you mamma, I will try to remember.

She said, though she was still on the verge of another breakdown, and knew that she had to keep her mind occupied, she looked at her mother’s bandaged arm.

Does it hurt still, I’m sure Cambria gave you something to take for the pain, did you have to get it stitched up?

With them being so busy her and Cambria didn’t have time to exchange notes on what they did to which patient. Amata had gotten the worst of the few, with Jazper’s chest wound she had to stitch it and he had been in and out of consciousness the whole time. She wondered if Savina needed stitching too, how deep it had been, it had to be deep or she would be able to change… it hurt her to think her mother in pain, even though she knew her mother had attacked an innocent, but the woman seemed ot have every reason to… as the bear was trespassing on their property, not to mention the fear that had to have coursed through her mother when she saw her.

Savina Marino · 01-23-2011, 10:32 PM

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Her mother had been such a wonderful person. Despite the pain that she must have gone through, be cast aside by the man she loved and had given herself to, she had raised the sable fey and her siblings without the slightest hint of regret or sorrow. She had always told them that they were the lights of her life and Savina knew that she had meant that statement with all her heart. It was only when they had pressed her for information about their father that the tragic story had come out, and even then the woman hadn't cried, staying strong for her three children. Ever since that day, Savina had been in complete awe of her mother and it had only grown the longer she lived. In such a situation, she did not know if she could have shown the same strength. Her daughter's namesake had been an amazing individual, through and through.

The Consul nodded solemnly at her daughter's comment. It was horrible, the way Amata Marino had been treated. No female ever deserved to receive such scorn when all she had shown was love. Savina would never be able to understand how some males could be so heartless and uncaring. If only Amata had not had to find out this unfortunate fact firsthand. Perhaps she should have shared this story with her sooner, so she would have known to be wary, but it had never occurred to her to do so until now. She was a step too late. Hopefully the hopeful words would stay with her daughter though. Savina knew that looking for someone now was probably as low on the pale girl's list of priorities as could be, but she wanted Amata to know that there were good men out there. Her daughter would eventually find someone to share her life with as she had found Kansas, she knew this for certain. "You're a wonderful girl Amata, and you deserve someone who will treat you right. Don't ever forget that."

The shift in subject seemed abrupt, but perhaps that was what Amata needed. The Marino woman could understand the need to leave painful subjects behind instead of dwelling on them. Savina's head shifted to look at the bandaged leg, her shoulders shrugged. "I'm still sore, but it's nothing too bad. Cambria gave me something for a couple days, but I can handle it on my own now. She stitched it a little, more so the scarring wouldn't be as bad though, I think." The one gash to her leg didn't seem so bad in comparison to how she had come out of other incidents. Even the sprained leg she had had upon coming to these lands had been worse than this. Besides, she couldn't possibly complain in light of the injuries that Jazper had sustained.

Amata Sadira · 01-25-2011, 05:01 AM

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her mother’s comoforting words helped a bit, but what was really what helped was changing the subject… she’d been running from him all this time, denying the thoughts that she was ever in love… and she still wanted to deny that she was to this moment in love with him, but she was afraid she would be lying if she said she wasn’t… yet he did all that to her, how could she trust her heart if she let him hurt her so and still care so deeply for him? She doubted this was a question for she looked over her mother and nodded… yes Cambria stitched her up, and her mom was stubborn as all heck. She was sure the woman would live. She smiled at that thought, though it was still as sad smile.

That’s good. Cambria did a good job…how is everyone else doing? I haven’t gotten the chance to get out yet.

She admitted, she wanted to be around while Jazper was in such critical conditions so she didn’t have much time to idly talk she had to make sure the man lived. He would, which brought that small sense of pride in Amata that she would not let get too big.

How’s dad doing? He’s pampering you right?

She couldn’t help but give a less of a sad smile at that one because she knew that he already did such a thing for Savina even if she wasn’t injured. She wished she’d met a guy like her father, that way things would have been simpler, and she could trust him… her smile slipped again, thinking about the man and his false caring made her feel she’d done something bad to deserve all this. She tried to get her mind on something else, anything, and just focus on what was around her. She started telling herself again that she had a good life, she was back with her family, enjoying the time they all spent together, being able to use her knowledge, and know it worked. She made a difference here, and that’s all that mattered. Her mask seemed to be coming back again, though the words she spoke to her mother lingered. Oh if Amata had some kind of outlet to use her anger against she would, but she was not a violent woman so she didn’t think of anything… except for a run, but it was too late now and she had a visitor. She would get to hear more news about the family, though se lived right in the midst of them.

Savina Marino · 01-26-2011, 08:10 PM

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Despite what had happened to her mother, Savina had never suffered the pain of a broken heart and that nearly made her feel guilty in moments like this for she would have swapped that hurt that her daughter felt and taken it for her own. Why was it that some could be lucky and meet their match on the first try and others were left broken hearted and alone? It didn't make sense to the matriarch and she wished that it could have been different for Amata. Of course she and Kansas had had their fair share of bumps in the road, but nothing that had come between them momentarily could ever compare to the pain that would come if they were no longer together. Such thoughts nearly made the woman physically ill. Maybe it wasn't right to have so much of herself wrapped up in her mate, but she couldn't help it, it was simply the way they had grown together.

Savina would have been willing to continue talking about the problem, but right now she didn't want to push Amata and if her girl needed to talk about other things then that is what they would do. "Yes, she's quite talented, just as you are." Even though she had not received any medicinal care from her pale daughter, she knew that Amata was just as skilled as her sister was in the area of healing. "Everyone else is fine, as far as I'm aware. Ghita is busy with the pups, Ehno is delving into some carpentry projects, including a stable since there are a couple horses in the pack now. Everything has been quiet lately, for the most part." The Consul certainly wasn't complaining, quiet was good, quiet was stable. She would much rather things be calm than otherwise. The incident with the bear was the exception and not the rule.

"Your father is doing well, and yes I suppose he is," she said with a soft note of laughter. Kansas did have a knack for doing everything he could for her. If it were anyone else she likely would have been put off by such an effort, but in her mate in was simply endearing. There was some tension between Jazper and Kansas recently, but Savina did not feel the need to bring that up to Amata. The reason for the ill feelings between the two men were not something the children needed to hear and she hoped that Jazz would have the good sense not to say anything to the Sadira while she was tending to him. If he did, he would be in for an earful from her.

The Marino could sense a bit of restlessness in her daughter, a kind of nervous energy that perhaps needed to be burned off. It wasn't hard to guess what the source of it was, and since distraction is what her daughter needed, then a distraction is what she would suggest. "Would you like to maybe go for a walk or something? We probably don't want to go too far this late, but if you would like...?" Savina left her question open to other ideas in case Amata had any, the important thing was to express that she was not set on sitting around talking if it would be helpful to the hurt girl to do something else.

Amata Sadira · 01-29-2011, 01:51 AM

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Amata found it comforting getting news from the family. She’d yet to see Ehno since before she had come back so it had been a while. He was apparently working on a stable and in this cold… she felt sorry for her uncle. Not too much was happeninging. She’d gotten to see Ghita’s pups once in a while chasing through the house. That was not a hard thing though. The pups normally were everywhere.

I’m glad everyone is doing fine. I hope Uncle Ehno doesn’t get sick though, it’s been awefully cold lately…

She said, wondering if he should be making a structure for the animals. She was fond of them, but she was much more fond of family as compared to the animals. The notion of her father doing just as she thought he would made Amata smile. She knew that he would take good care of her mother. He was her dad after all, and she knew he loved her. At her offer to go for a walk, Amata looked outside, it was dark out there, but seeing her mother, and knowing she would be next to her, made her smile and nod.

Yes I think a small walk would do… maybe I can think of some of the few things I did. I know I’ve got a few crazy stories to tell.

Amata said. She had not considered a walk herself, but that was a great idea and she was all for it. She moved to the door first. They could leave and she could change to see eye to eye with her mother, after all it had been some time since she used her lupus form. She was not unhappy with it, she just had no time for it as she was always using her hands, but to be in her feral form once more might also help her.

Savina Marino · 01-29-2011, 09:13 PM

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Savina knew what it was like to be out of contact with your family. Not long after they had turned a year old, Ehno had left Monti Sabini to go explore other parts of the world. Even all this time later she remembered that day, how hard it had been to watch her brother go. Then Ghita had gotten pregnant and miscarried the litter, disappearing in the night. She hadn't been reunited with either of her siblings until she had inadvertently ended up here and they had somehow all found each other again. That had been enough time away from her family to last her whole life, as far as the Italian fey was concerned. Maybe her daughter was having similar feelings, now that she was home. "I don't think he's spending too much time outside. I believe it's more in the planning stages right now since I can't imagine it's easy to build in the snow." There seemed to be a lot on her brother's mind as of late, and he needed something to distract him. His carpentry had provided that distraction.

The mother was pleased that her daughter took her up on the offer of a walk. Savina had been lazy all day and even if she was sore, it would likely do her good to work her muscles a little bit. It would probably help Amata too, even though her problems were not of the physical sort. "I would love to hear them, as well as the places you went. I don't get around as much as I used to." The Marino had never been much of a traveler, but she had enjoyed traversing the Nova Scotia landscape. It was hard to get away from the pack these days though. Savina followed her daughter to the door and headed down the stairs and to the front door of the manor. There she paused, assuming her daughter would wish to shift down for their short, nighttime stroll.

Amata Sadira · 02-10-2011, 06:10 AM

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She followed her mother down the stairs to the front door where she opened it. Then shifted into her lupus form. It was a strange sensation, but not unwelcome. She had, after all, been born to this body. Looking at her mother, she gave the woman a sad smile. She would follow her mother, knowing she’d have a better idea of where to go. Amata still knew this place by heart but things changed and she did not want to lead. She knew her mother was use to it as she was the leader of the whole pack.

I mostly stayed close to home, though I have traveled out of Nova Scotia once or twice. I’ve had many different encounters with all sorts of animals.

She said she had to think to remember what she’d done. She had a good memory, though she had quite a bit of memories that did tend to mesh in as one.

I have been learning to use my healing abilities on not just wolves but other animals so some of their reactions for when I wanted to help them was far from… trustworthy. I’ve actually nearly got bested by an injured chipmunk. Its leg was pulled out of socket by something or another, and I was trying to help it, but it seemed to think I wanted to eat it instead.

Amata giggled thinking about that day. It had been a happen chance encounter, and the chipmunk was already making so much noise. Amata could tell one of its legs had somehow got loose from its socket. She knew it would have been food for someone else, but for Amata… it was much too small to want to eat, so she decided to help, or try. In the end she was able to put the socket back into place, but not without added scratches to her hands and face, though she didn’t know how it was able to scratch there.

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After Amata finished shifting and gave her that look, Savina walked out of the manor and into the shadows of the night, her pelt blending in perfectly with the darkness. Her daughter was a different story, shining like a beacon in the night, the moon giving the cream fur a luminescent look. The Sadira girl was beautiful, and it was no wonder now to the mother that some slimy man had taken advantage of her heart. Males had done many things to capture lesser beauties, if only for a night. She let these thoughts and worries slip away though as her daughter began to speak of her adventures outside the Dreaming lands. It was a little surprising to hear that Amata had actually left the peninsula on occasion, and made the Italian fey all the more happy that she had finally settled back at home.

Healing other animals wasn't a completely foreign concept to her. Naniko had done some of that, when she had still been the woman Savina had trusted and cared for, and of course all the pack knew of how Cambria had cared for the injured dove she had found that was now her companion. "I can imagine not all would want a wolf approaching them," she said nodding. Most smaller beasts could easily be prey to a wolf and all their instincts told them this. Such natural feelings were difficult to override. The image of her daughter trying to help a chipmunk that was sure she wanted to devour it was an amusing image, and the woman laughed along with her child. "Hopefully once you were finished it thanked you, at least." Savina doubted this had been the case, but it was a nice thought anyway.

The mother and daughter continued to walk into the night, speaking of all the things Amata had seen and done while she had been absent. It did the mother good to reconnect with her firstborn girl, and she hoped that their time together had a similar effect upon her progeny.

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