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Ghita Marino · 06-09-2011, 09:16 AM

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For Ehno. SIBLING BONDING TIMES. Crappy first post.

Chocolate fingers tapped against the time-worn tabletop in the makeshift kitchen of Haven Manor, turquoise blue eyes closed to the world as her mind raced with stress and irritation. Sophia was the topic of the hour. Her pretty eldest daughter with the penchant for disappearing at the strangest hours of the day had nearly caused her mother to go into cardiac arrest when the Marino woman had found her missing in the middle of the night. Of course, she should have expected it. The red-and-white wolf had a wanderer's heart, something that Ghita could appreciate, but something that made the mother all the more concerned for the welfare of her daughter.

A sigh escaped her. "Che cosa fare con lei." She, of course, spoke to no one, resting her head on the surface of the aged furniture. She didn't want to burden Savina with the task of helping to keep Sophia in line, but it could only go on for so long before Ghita expected something bad to happen. Sophia was young. The Italian woman did not want the same life for her daughter that she had participated in — mated young with lost pups at an early adult age, it was no lifestyle for anyone, let alone a young she-wolf. The Marino woman's fingers stopped their tapping, a soft whine escaping her jaws as the fear once more settled in that her daughter was simply lost to them.

Ehno Marino · 06-09-2011, 05:17 PM

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Bonding, bonding! And your post is fine! Tongue Thanks for starting~ wc:304

The Dreamer had spent much of his morning on a casual patrol of the northeastern borders of the territory. Pleased to discover that everything was in order, Ehno made his way back home with the intent of relaxing and maybe sneaking in a quick nap. He slipped through the Manor’s double doors, forsaking the cool, cloudy weather outside for the calm atmosphere within the Dreamer’s communal home. Ehno stepped easily through the entryway, making his way into the large common room. The room was empty and silent, with the exception of the low crackling of the fire. The chocolate-colored male settled himself onto on of the old couches, head leaned back and eyes closed. He savored the silence and allowed it to help himself unwind. When another noise briefly struck through the silence the Marino sat up, eyes blinking open and drifting toward the open doorway to the kitchen. It sounded almost like… a whine?

Curiosity and concern lifted him from his seat and brought him to the doorway. As he slipped into the kitchen, he discovered that not all of the Marinos appeared to be at ease today, however. He found that his sibling had been the one behind the pitiful whine. She was alone in the kitchen, head lowered onto the tabletop and looking quite miserable. The sight automatically kicked the brother’s protective instincts into high gear, and he wasted no time in moving to her side. He gently placed a hand upon her shoulder, amber eyes touched with worry as they looked her over. “Che cosa ti preoccupa, sorella?” he asked. It was odd to find his usually fiery sibling in such a position. Ehno could only wonder what would be troubling dear Ghita at the moment, but he hoped that he may be able to help her in some way.

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Ghita Marino · 06-10-2011, 12:47 AM

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Though she had wished to be alone, it didn't surprise her when soft footsteps on the Manor floor caught her attention; still, her head stayed down and her mind stayed twisted around her concern. The touch of her brother's hand caused her head to raise, turquoise eyes meeting the worried amber shade she'd come to recognize as a distinct feature. His question brought forth a sigh from the Marino sister. She shook her head, tossing around chocolate locks as if to say she didn't wish to speak of it. However, she didn't stay silent. Rising up to rest her weight on her elbows, the wild woman let her blue eyes close. "E' Sophia. Non so più che cosa fare con lei, Ehno; ella mantiene la marcia in più strane momenti della giornata." The distress was evident on each Italian syllable.

Sophia had long been like her mother, a wild spirit locked up in a small world. She couldn't fault her daughter the desire to roam, but she didn't want to see the same things that happened in her youth happen to the young woman. It was difficult to take her worries to Savina; the black leader had no children lost to the world, save the deceased Denali, and therefore Ghita was reasonably certain that her sister had never felt the same worry that resided in the brown-mottled woman. Ehno, however, had always been there for them; even if he, like Savina, wouldn't understand, he would at least offer her some form of comfort.

Ehno Marino · 06-22-2011, 06:39 PM

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Ghita's words reflected her distress, revealing to her brother that Sophia was the topic weighing heavily upon the usually head-strong Marino. It made him realize that he really hadn't seen his niece around all that often during recent weeks. "Ah, sì, lei è una ragazza che cresce, chi vuole vedere ciò che il mondo la può offrire." He frowned, an almost wistful look alight in his eyes. "Può essere difficile lasciarsi andare." The words came with the ghost of a sigh and an almost imperceptible shift in the way he held himself. Oh yes, Ehno only knew that all too well. He spoke from experience, one he wished he hadn't had to be thrust into as quickly as he did. His own girls were only slightly older than Ghita's first litter, and they had all scattered to the winds. It was hard for the Marino man not to worry for them, but he had to reassure himself that they were adults, as old as he had been when he had first taken leave from Monti Sabini.

He shook his head, trying to seek the right words to comfort her with. He knew it would not be so easy as that; this wasn't a worry that could be simply waved away. There would be no harm in trying, though. "Credo che lei sappia come gestire se stessa là fuori. Dopotutto, lei ha fatto imparare dai migliori, no?" The beginnings of a grin slipped to his maw as he attempted to lighten the mood, unsure of how successful he might be. His words, however light-hearted, were true--with the wild and adventurous Ghita as her mother, little Sophia had quite the role-model. Ehno was certain that his sibling had done right in raising her. Sometimes it seemed that there was little more that they could do than that.

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Ghita Marino · 06-23-2011, 11:19 PM

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Ehno's words made sense to the dismayed mother — it had sure proven difficult to let go of both Aro and Sophia so far. The faint sigh he released was overshadowed by his sister's, and the mottled woman slumped further against the worn table beneath her elbows. Motherhood had been a gift she'd so desperately clung to after the loss of her first children years before; she hadn't been prepared to lose them after what seemed like such a short time. Of course, Aro was still her little boy. It was Sophia would had become a handful.

As her brother tried to offer comfort, she found herself laughing at his words. Sophia was very much like her mother, with a wandering spirit that had yet to settle down. This fact made the woman smile each time it was presented, though it was this fact that she worried so much about. Her own past was colored with unpleasantness that she would wish on no one else, especially not her own daughter. "So, Ehno, ma non mi preoccupa tanto. Non credo che lei capisce che cosa può succedere a lei se lei non è più attenta." She knew all too well how it was to be a wild woman, a young creature of the world who wanted to experience everything. It was difficult.

Ehno Marino · 06-24-2011, 06:18 PM

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There were times when Ehno envied his sisters for all the time they were able to spend with their children. The Patrician's own choices had given him plenty of time with his pups when they small, but less and less as they grew. Eventually they all grew and moved on in their separate ways. There was so much he wished he could have changed about that, wanting to be able to save them from pain, and heartache, and in his son's case, death. But there was nothing to be done about it, and it meant that Ehno had never had to handle his growing children at this stage. He worried, but it was a different sort of worry that what his sibling shouldered now. His girls were all out of his reach, but Ghita's little ones were still here with her, close, but growing up in such a way left little more for the mother to offer them.

"Hai provato a parlare con lei riguardo?" he asked, words hesitant but hopeful. Ehno may not have had to deal with his own children at this rambunctious age, but he knew all too well how youthful spirits responded to well-intentioned advice, especially those as wild and free-spirited as Sophia appeared to be. Young adults who thought they completely understood the world didn't take well to being told what to do. He shrugged slightly. If that didn't work, there wasn't much else that he imagined could be done. "A volte hanno bisogno di imparare da soli..." Not something a worrying mother would want to hear, but the truth seemed to be all Ehno had to offer at the moment.

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Ghita Marino · 06-27-2011, 10:08 AM

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She would not lie that she didn't envy Ehno his lack of family; though he had his sisters, and their children, his did not reside within Crimson Dreams and he had no mate to form a full family. All he had was Naniko. She shuddered vaguely at the thought; the white wolf had caused enough problems in her family, and her sympathies extended to her brother's situation because of it. Of course, she didn't openly discuss it with him. It wasn't her place to cast judgement on his life choices when he had never condemned her for her own.

He suggested talking to Sophia, and she scoffed faintly. "Of course I have tried to talk to her, Ehno; she doesn't listen." A hand rose to rub at her eyes, exhaustion over the situation clear on her features. The moments she was capable of cornering her daughter were few and far between; it seemed to make the orange woman uncomfortable. Ghita didn't want to restrict her daughter's freedom, but it was becoming more and more desirable for her to keep Sophia home. Whether or not she 'needed to learn for herself', as Ehno so calmly said, was irrelevant.

She didn't want to talk about it anymore. Instead, she hefted a sigh and turned her eyes on her brother. "How are you, Ehno?" The Italian was certainly a better topic than Sophia in the moment. She tried to smile, though it appeared forced on her features; happiness simply wasn't in her repertoire.

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