forget all the hurt you've learn to hide so well

Adele Caraway · 10-09-2011, 08:49 PM

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Dated for the 12th and set in mid-afternoon. Adele is such a weirdo. >>;

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The few days have passed in blur ever since Adele stepped into Crimson Dreams as one of their own. Though they were fleeting as the wind, the memories they left behind still haunted the whimsical girl; War was upon them, and she added herself into the equation without fully knowing what she was getting into. Naïve as she was when she joined, she was not going to quietly back out, for she was not afraid of what she faced. Crimson Dreams needed all the help they could get, even if the quirky hybrid could only aid little in the ways of combat.

Yesterday, she had learned, under Rain’s guidance, a few motions for hand-to-hand fighting. She was glad not to take arms for the impending battles. Though dismayed at AniWaya, it was their leader she was upset at, not the innocent that was caught up in the eye of the storm, and wished naught to harm them seriously. This included the Guardians as well, who only wish to follow their beliefs and please their deities, and the girl fully respected that. Adele was still slightly overwhelmed at all of this, so she took some time to relax herself.

Earlier that day, she picked flowers from the small valley some ways behind the Manor. She returned to the mansion, sat in its front lawn, and began to tie the flowers together, each one representing someone she knew. Every time she knotted one together, she silently thought of their names, and hoped for good will and health for the upcoming days that seemed daunting. Cinnamon, she began, starting with the rat that laid upon her side, napping, Savina, Mars, Rain. Each flower, carefully handled as if the soul of the said person was cradled in the blossom, was soon added to one another, and Adele continued to knot more, for the Dreamers who she did not know nor met yet, linked together by her wish that they would all be safe.

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Ehno Marino · 10-09-2011, 11:16 PM

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Thank you very much for starting! And pardon any awkward posts from me as I dust off my Ehno muse, haha. wc:507

War. That was what had taken over their lives. There were times, when the Marino woke up after a night of dreamless sleep, when he would almost think it had all been some terrible nightmare. That the last month hadn’t happened at all. But every time, after a few minutes of drifting into clarity he would have to face the reality that Crimson Dreams was no longer the peaceful place it had always been. He would have to remember the days spent worrying over Anu and his nieces and nephews, the fear that gripped him when he wondered if he would ever see them again. The sleepless nights he used to patrol their borders again and again because he couldn’t stop the thoughts that there might be another attack in the darkness.

And the fear and worry did not come alone. It came with anger. Anger wasn’t an emotion that often greeted the Marino, but oh, had he fine-tuned it over the last few weeks. He channeled it into his weapons making and runs through their territory, because if he didn’t find something to do with it he was afraid he would run into enemy lands and become another casualty. That wouldn’t do anybody any good. There had already been so much trouble, and he feared that he would only add to it.

The recent attack had been weighing heavily on his mind. Silvano was hurt, Cambria was missing and the Dreamers were on edge. Ehno didn’t know how much of this he could take. He’d drifted into his workshop with the intent to distract himself, do something productive, but before he realized it he was pacing back and forth. He stopped himself and ran a hand through his hair with a sigh of frustration. He needed to get out, get some fresh air. The chocolate-hued male made his way through the manor to the front door and slipped outside. He stopped at the top of the porch steps and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths and letting the cool autumn breeze blow through his fur.

When he seemed to get a hold of his thoughts, he opened his eyes and stared out across the manor’s yard. It was only then that the Italian realized that he was not the only one out in front of the manor at that moment. Someone he didn’t recognize was sitting in the grass with a collection of flowers, a poor soul who found themselves smack dab in the middle of the war. There was something to be said that they had chosen to stay, though. Not many would learn that their prospective home was a battleground and stay firm in their decisions. It was rather admirable, and Ehno found himself intrigued by the stranger sitting in the grass and fussing with the flowers. The Marino made his way down the porch steps and walked over to the girl. He settled himself down in the grass a short distance away. “Hello,” he said, a short, accented greeting. “I’m Ehno.”

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Adele Caraway · 10-10-2011, 06:29 PM

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She had gotten to six fully tied flowers before she saw, out of the corner of her eye, another join her. The man came out from the Manor, and she assumed that he saw her, since he sat among the grass with her. When he spoke, his voice was particular; she had heard many different speaking qualities in her life, but this was foreign, not from anywhere remotely near, and reminded her of the Consul. “Hello. You must be related to Savina Marino,” she said in her own soft tone, her protuberant sea green eyes turning to face Ehno. “You sound like her, like you came from a faraway place.” Though the words could’ve been phrased into a question, Adele spoke with a quiet certainty, as if she knew that what she said was true and merely wanted his echoed agreement with her thoughts.

“I’m Adele. I joined Crimson Dreams, only a few days ago,” she explained herself in return. All the sudden talking awoke Cinnamon, and the small rodent crawled into the whimsical girl’s lap, and she stroked him with a finger to acknowledge him, putting down the chain-linked flowers beside her. “The past few days seem awful though, yet I can’t say how it feels to personally live in them,” she continued, speaking of the war and very recent raid. “But, my father always said that awful days teach us to appreciate the better ones.” And as she was told, that is what she believed, being the idealist she was. She never truly had a bad day before, but she hoped her advice would cheer up the man before her who was most likely going through a difficult time.

After the rat got settled in her lap, she plucked the flowers up again, and grabbed another free plant. “Ehno,” she whispered to herself, naming the addition bond to the chain after the Italian himself, and finally set down the small line of flowers after quickly adding Ehno to her chain, planning to come back to it later. “I wish people were flowers sometimes,” she said without a real reason, feeling as if it halfway explained her odd actions, “It’d be easier to tell who the nice ones were, and who is a weed among a pretty garden community.”

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Ehno Marino · 10-11-2011, 11:33 PM

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The stranger was quick to recognize his accent, apparently having heard the same Italian lilt on Savina’s words. He nodded, indicating that she had been correct in her assumption. It was an easy thing to catch, considering how rare this way of speaking was in this area. More than likely all the Italian speakers in the area were related to the sprawling Marino family in one way or another. “Si, she is my sister.” A light smile worked its way to his features. “We may have left Italia, but it will never leave us,” he joked with a half-hearted laugh. The male had not thought of his homeland in some time. There was far too much trouble brewing to allow for much reminiscing of peaceful days. He was so mired in his thoughts of the terrible conflict that he had not been able to afford himself any small bit of comfort for too long.

She introduced herself as Adele, confirming his assumption that she had been a recent addition to the Dreamer ranks. “Good to meet you, Adele.” Amber gaze regarded the small rodent that scampered to the girl’s lap as she spoke. The fighting and the raids had brought awful days indeed to members of Crimson Dreams. Ehno’s ears slowly pulled back at the thought of all that they’d gone through in the last few weeks. Adele had only been here a few days, but those few days had proved to be some of the worst the conflict had to offer. They may have been sweetly blessed with the return of Anu, but just as swiftly fate had seen fit to snatch up Cambria to take her place. Ehno was almost sick with worry for his gentle niece. The newest Dreamer seemed to have her own way of considering these last few terrible days. He forced half a smile to his lips. “Wise words from your father,” he said, hesitating a moment. “It’s just hard for me to focus on the good while all the bad things are still crashing down around us.”

He shrugged slightly and watched in silence as the girl added yet another flower to her simple chain. The Marino blinked and came back to his senses as the girl spoke again, turning his gaze to sea-green eyes. This comment brought a more heartfelt smile to the male’s lips. Such a simple wish—a naïve view of the world, maybe, but it had its own charm. It was a surprising attitude, a refreshing change from the negativity plaguing the pack of late. “Wouldn’t that be nice…” he said, considering it. “Crimson Dreams, the peaceful garden.” He shook his head and laughed, leaning back slightly. “We were peaceful, once. Before all this. Never stuck our noses where they didn’t belong and avoided conflict whenever possible.” The recent raids had been a staggering slap in the face from reality, creating such a drastic change. Adele deserved to know that Crimson Dreams had not always been trapped amid such swirling chaos.

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