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Set at Old Red, and sorry for the crap. OnO And let’s post-date it to the 10th, if that’s okay with you, ^=^
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The Sadira puppy had slept in late that day. Her body was exhausted from all the excitement that had experienced in the previous day. But she had slept too much, and so she was still tired when she woke up. With a great yawn (or several great yawns) Amata sprung up and shook herself, attempting to get the sleep away from her. When that succeeded only marginally, she decided to go outside. Perhaps fresh air and her normal activities of exploring would do her well. And yet, still, as she walked from the mansion’s porch, the fresh air was unable to shake the exhaustion from her. "Oh wells," the young girl commented. And then she took off at a slow saunter, humming a random and equally slow tune as she went. Her thoughts were scattered and difficult to control because of her exhaustion, and so she did not realize where she was going until a familiar red shape began to loom upon the horizon. The dulled eyes lit up. "Oh, hello, O’d Red," she said as if it had been the barn that had come to visit. Whatever the case may have been, the girl was excited for the unexpected visit, and so her pace quickened so that she could greet the old building.
Amata paused at the barn’s large door, her bright eyes staring into the cool darkness. "Hello!" the little girl called, her voice bright and friendly. She did not expect anyone to answer, but she called it anyway. Maybe there would be a bat or a bird who would hear the called ‘hello’, and she knew that there would definitely be bugs who would hear. Spiders lived all over the hay, and they walked with their funny legs that, recently, she had discovered were more numbered than most bugs. She breathed in the cool air, smelling the hay distinctly. It reminded her of Bay-yawd’s breath, which, she concluded, made sense because he would eat hay and grass. Finally, when she had been satisfied with standing at the door of the barn, she stepped in as if the old barn had invited her. "Thank yous," she said with a nod to the threshold, and then she had trotted into the darkness.
The white puppy was still tired after her great adventure of the day before, and she wanted to take an easy day. So, instead of running to the top floor to leap off into a stable full of hay, she went straight to a stable, one that seemed to hold an ample amount of the grassy stuff. Nodding quietly to herself, Amata jumped right it, exclaiming, "Wee—yeah!" as she went. Snuggling up, Amata made a little ball on top of the hay pile, and, sure enough, several spiders scurried away. "Sorry, spiders," she whispered after them. "I’s wont stays all days." The cream-hued pup only wanted to relax. She was happy, and she was happy because yesterday she had played with Cambi and Got’am, and she had even played with Mati! With a contented sigh, the little girl rolled onto her back and allowed her paws to press up against her arms as she stared up into the dark ceiling and began to daydream about all things.
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Heya! ^^ And yeah, that's great.~ wc: 500+
It had only been a couple of days since Ghita had returned to Crimson Dreams, and already she was beginning to know the land like the back of her paw. Far away from the beach that she arrived on, today was a day to explore the northern part of the territory. Her tiny paws had started at McNamara's Landing, and as the day wore on, sped further north-east. Usually, the time she had spent around the pack had been centered around more of the middle part of the territory, only giving Ghita occasional moments of peace to explore for herself.
Stretching out the new 'collar and leash' as she put it, that tied her to her new pack, her intention was to explore a little past Cottontail marsh, not caring if her silver-tipped fur got drenched with mud. She had never really cared about her fur being in perfect condition; equipped with piercings on both her muzzle and ear, Ghita Marino wasn't the standard fae of Crimson Dreams. Turquoise optics gave characteristics to otherwise boring features; small paws, shorter than average tail, brown timber wolf coloring edged with silver; she looked nothing like her siblings. In addition, she was in the standard form of the region she came from, looking quite like a normal wolf, thanks to her inability to shift into halfling or beyond.
It was obvious that it had been raining quite a bit as of late; the rain still clung to blades of sparkling grass, coating her toes and ankles in a dripping bracelet of sorts. As the large red structure grew ever closer, it was only then that Ghita noticed both that she was heading towards it, in particular, and there was a creamy shape shouting into the barn. Raising her ears, the metal glinted in the light, a small flash to the creatures around her before she resumed her trot, curiosity suddenly driving her forward.
It only took her a few moments to reach the building, and a Luperci's scent washed through her nostrils. It seemed similar to one she knew, her sister, Savina's, but also it's own all the same. Leaving that puzzle in particular for later times, she made her way into the building, naturally feeling a little put off from being inside a structure such as this. Ghita was more of a wolf who liked to have the sky over her head at almost all times, and it was sometimes hard adjusting to the buildings the pack used. " 'Allo?" she called, the barn seeming empty from her perspective.
She had only been here for a few days, and once she had arrived she pretty much melted in right away, trying to avoid notice. She didn't want to have a huge formal introduction, so in missing that she missed meeting a lot of the pack that she didn't know, including her nieces and nephew. Upon meeting Savina again, she had been told about Cambria, and knew that her sister had three pups. She had even seen them a few moments after birth, the image of the newborn pups seared into her mind for better or for worse. The three pelts, glistening with new life, hadn't been forgotten, but time had it's own hand to play, perhaps warping the colors and shapes into those she couldn't recognize.
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Oh, and I noticed in your profile that you used the BBCode for your post log URLs—you have to use html in the profile section, ^=^
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Amata daydreamed about many things in the brief moments of her settling in before her mind settled on one particular pseudo-memory. And her mind had wandered to the place as if her paw had been painting on a canvas until, finally, a suitable masterpiece had been formed. The masterpiece was crude as only a pup’s paw could create, but in her young eyes, she had truly created something wonderful. She created the sky, and the sky was filled with white puffy clouds. With her great, artistic skill, her paint-filled paw stroked many flowers that grew upon those clouds like lollypops. Their colours were numerouse, and all were bright. There was none that looked the same, and, as she jumped into her painting and tasted each creation, she found that each had its own unique flavor. A delighted giggle was softly admitted into the silence of the barn as the Sadira pup lay there with her eyes shut, imagining that strange and exciting world of colour and flavor.
And suddenly, that world was shattered. The blue and green eyes snapped open as gave a start, the hay rustling about her with that slight but sudden movement. Someone had said ‘Alloe’, but the little puppy didn’t recognize the voice at all. The way the voice spoke was familiar, she decided...almost like Mamma’s or Uncle Ehno’s. But who was that. Slowly and cautiously, the little girl got up, but it was difficult to apply the quiet-walk that she had been practicing because the hay wanted to be noisy. Ohs wells, Amata thought, and she slid down the side of the haystack before losing her balance and falling the rest of the way. A soft squeak and an, "Ungf," sounded, and her voice was loud in the big and quiet barn. Getting up and brushing herself off, the girl, standing now in beyond the stable, looked about, her eyes falling at last to someone that stood in the bright light of the doorway.
The creamy pup squinted, her head tilting as she tried to see who the silhouette was. And she had to admit that there was a certain amount of relief in the fact that she had found someone, even if that someone were a silhouette. It could have been worse. She could have found a monster. Taking several steps forward, the little girl straightened her head. "His! I’s Amata," the creamy pup piped, her voice bright and friendly. Once again, the girl was not concerned with the danger that existed in meeting a stranger, and perhaps it was dangerous on her part. But the young mind did not heavily weigh the events caused by Tok-yo Chance and Air-es Chance, for such things had already long since passed; her mind had almost forgotten. And if this wolf were in Crimson Dreams already, then this wolf must be a friend. And so, comforted by her own reasoning, the girl smiled. "Who is yous? I dons thinks that wes met afores." And she shook her head to emphasize her thoughts. But the girl had spoken clearly and politely, she thought, just like Mamma had said. And Amata liked to be nice and friendly so that the others would be nice and friendly too.
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Ah, thanks for telling me. ^-^ I'll put the actual links up as soon as I have a moment to find out html. x3 wc: 500+
A movement to her right alerted Ghita, and her ears perked up, tongue retreating back into her mouth from where it had lolled out, panting. Turquoise optics focused on the source, but the ivory femme was invisible until her descent. The squeak alarmed her, and the Italian fae hoped that her companion wasn't in trouble. Her eyes were the only thing that gave her concern away, widening to a size a little larger than normal. Finally the pup appeared, unharmed, and began speaking to the older Italian. It took a moment for the identity to sink in, but when it did, the change was drastic.
Her tail drooped in shock, a towering fall from a level position to scraping the hay beneath her paws. Her ears opposed the action by her tail, and stood tall, alert, gathering every piece of evidence they could to tie this beautiful young wolf to the newborn she had seen. Her jaw dropped slightly, taking in air to feed her suddenly hungry lungs, slowly recovering from the shock to her system. It couldn't have been any more than a year ago that she had last seen the three pups, and yet the appearance of the femme before her had changed to fit a larger, more slender build, the eyes were unmistakable, the pelt a beacon to her past.
The name that she spoke sealed the deal for Ghita; The Italian gypsy had stayed long enough with the pack to hear her sister name them, although she had doubted all along that there would be another wolf that wore an ivory pelt with bi-colored eyes. Smiling softly, she nodded, trying to wrap her mind around speaking in the limited english she knew. The shock was so large that speaking Italian proved difficult, let alone a language she barely knew. "Amata." The heavy Italian accent weighed on the syllables, dragging them into a lighter flow of tone and pitch, all the while her eyes sparkled with the prospect.
As Amata grew more courageous, the question came that Ghita could catch fragments of, stringing them together to make sense. Taking a tiny step forward, the fae fed her smile with tenderness that she hadn't felt after she had lost her pups. "Amata, I Ghita. How do you say, aunt of you? Sorella to Savina." Lowering her haunches, she sat down, trying to gently inform her niece of who she was. Her English was improving at a rapid pace, but not fast enough to keep up with the ever-twisting story. "We met, but you young. Just come. I left after, but couldn't forget nieces and nephew. Now, I back." And glad to be. She added, a small burden lifting off of her silver-tipped shoulders. Instead of feeling the large, empty feeling of loss she had felt losing her pups, the sight of her niece brought a small token of joy, as if one of her own pups had come back. Sure, the pain was still there, but it was sewed into her soul, unwilling to depart.
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The adult’s sudden show of surprise started Amata. The little pup stopped suddenly, leaning her weight back upon her legs as if a wind had blown her posture askew. And as the adult’s mouth dropped, the girl’s mouth dropped. Fear stuck her in the face-- Iss there are somethings behinds me? Slowly, her head turned to look behind her before she threw her body around, ready to capture the monster with her eyes. But, as she stood there in a defensive pose, the bi-coloured eyes saw nothing. Puzzled, she straightened herself, cocking her head as she thoughtfully turned about, lifting her gaze to the female wolf. "There was nothin’ theres," she murmured sheepishly, a soft giggle escaping her as she shrugged off her previous fear. And yet, even though there was no monster behind her, the female wolf seemed to retain that look of shock. The creamy pup’s mouth opened as if to speak—Why iss yous afraid?—but then the adult’s voice rose up before her own. The darkening ears lifted up at the sound of her own name. Amata smiled in response.
"Hi’s, Gheet-tah!" The girl’s tail wagged happily, forgetting that there had even been that moment of shock. But when the female wolf continued, Amata cocked her head in confusion. "You’s...Mamma’s sister?" There was a slight pause. "You’s my aunt?" Even though Amata spook with her poor English, it was difficult for her to make sense of the adult’s fragmented English. The moments drew by in which there was a silence, the creamy head tilted as her eyes sought the tall, dark ceiling for an answer. Slowly, the meaning of what Gheet-tah was trying to tell her began to sink in. An excited gasp escaped the little girl, and she jumped up, her head bent back so that she could see the wolf’s face.
Immediately, the girl broke out into her mother’s native language, and the native language of both Ehno and Gheet-tah too. "Lei è mia Zia?" the youth exclaimed, a smile beaming from her little maw. "Giusto come Zio Ehno è mio zio?" Well, that meant that Amata was like her Mamma because Amata had a sister and a brother too! That was a very special thought, and it made Amata very happy because she loved her mamma.
" Abbiamo...?"The creamy girl’s head tilted to the side, a little concentrating frown coming upon her face. "Ma non posso ricordarla."The white puppy felt special that someone had remembered her and her siblings, but she was sad because she could not remember this adult. This adult was her Aunt—shouldn’t she remember her? She remembered Uncle Ehno.... It was a confusing thing to the pup because she did not quite understand the concept of time. But she knew that sometimes, if things happened a very long time ago, she could forget. "Come i giovani mi era?" Maybe, if they had met a long time ago, it would be okay that she could not remember.
With her tail wagging, the girl emphasized her happiness at her aunt’s return. And even though she had only met Aunt Gheet-tah, she was glad that her aunt was back. But the pup was curious: "Perché lei ha partito, Zia Gheet-tah?"
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It was obvious that Ghita's reaction to seeing her niece again was startling the young pup; Of course, it wasn't something she had meant to do, but the shock had overwhelmed her body, struggling to come to terms with the fact that the puppies she had run away from now had a voice, thoughts, opinions, and personalities, contrary to when she had left them. A new worry whispered in her ear, its voice low and giddy with the prospect of trouble. It stung her mind, made her turquoise optics water, and spoke something close to the truth. Her sister had resented her many departures, but had welcomed her back many years afterwards. But what if the young Amata in front of her did not? What if she had committed some irreversible deed that declared Aunt Ghita a traitor for running away from those who she loved, spurred on by her fears?
The ivory wolfess obviously thought her surprise was founded on physical fear, and treated it as such. Watching her turn around to face the monster Ghita had obviously spotted, the fae winced in regret, making a mental note not to freak out all of her nieces & nephews. Regret hid behind the sheepish smile she gave, English not enough to convey her thoughts and feelings to the youngster. The restriction caused her physical pain, and she hated it even more as the days went by. Ghita needed the freedom to do whatever - even if it wasn't taken advantage of, she knew it was there, and could relax. But without that freedom, she found herself needing to do more, talk more, than she would have. The anger manifested itself in her wild tail, lashing as sparks flew mentally.
Ghita's name rang through the barn, bouncing off of the scaffolding and diving into the hay with it's energy. It gave the aunt a twang of joy to hear it, especially with the emotion behind it. She nodded, her small cranium dipping up and down in response to the child's question, her knowledge of English spent on the explanation. At this point, it would be lucky if Amata could understand Ghita's English, even if the ivory fae's wasn't great either. However, Ghita couldn't tell; The only difference she registered consciously was that it flowed differently than the other wolves' speech, and she knew that her own was far from passable.
It took a few moments for the realization to dawn on Amata, but when it did, it was amazing to watch. The smile that faced her now was a beautiful one, pure and genuine, spurring the new Aunt to return it. And she herself was surprised at the enthusiasm and energy the pup held in such a small body, leaping up to regard her Aunt. It was such a relief to hear Italian at long last, the femme slid into it effortlessly as well, beginning the waltz between thought and expression. "Sì, sono sua Zia - la sorella di Savina ed Ehno. Giusto come il suo Ehno di zio, sì. "
At her niece's next question, Ghita had to laugh. It was a low, soft laugh, one that held respect at the same time as communicating the amusement. Abbiamo incontrato, ma solo quando lei era appena nato. I suoi occhi erano neanche aperti al tempo. È nessuno prodigio che lei non ricorda." Finally given the tools she needed to make her niece understand, she kept talking, joyous to be able to explain beyond fragmented English. Sono spiacente per lo startlig lei prima, non l'ho vista in tanto tempo - lei è molto più grande ora."
She stood up, suddenly unable to sit any longer. Her tail was wagging as well, cutting through the air like a butter knife, sculpting it around the fur. It overtook Amata's in distance almost lazily, while her niece's sped faster and faster. For a moment, it was almost as if this would be it, their meeting had gone by so smoothly (Although, admittedly, it could've been less frightening), but the question that was dancing on everyone's tongue had finally surfaced in a young pup that she couldn't deny the answer to. Her tail stopped wagging, her mouth closed over her tongue, and she sat back down, ears pointing just that much farther down to be noticed.
At her niece's next question, Ghita had to laugh. It was a low, soft laugh, one that held respect at the same time as communicating the amusement. Abbiamo incontrato, ma solo quando lei era appena nato. I suoi occhi erano neanche aperti al tempo. È nessuno prodigio che lei non ricorda." Finally given the tools she needed to make her niece understand, she kept talking, joyous to be able to explain beyond fragmented English. Sono Ci sono molte ragioni perché ho lasciato, e sebbene non discuto che sia stato la cosa giusta fare, al tempo, è sembrato la sola cosa che potrei fare."
Tanto tempo fa, qualcosa è successo a Ghita di Zia che ha avuto la difficoltà superando per tanto tempo. Neanche sua madre e lo zio potrebbero aiutare molto. Ma non ha portato troppo lungo per una questione simile di spuntare nel pacco di nuovo. Mi ha ricordato troppo di ciò che è successo, e ho dovuto partire. Ma ho mancato mia sorella, mio fratello, i miei amici, ed il mio pacco, suppongo, dunque sono ritornato
Ma ora sono il dorso felice nel pacco. Non penso che lascerò qualunque tempo presto."
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I hate when that happens! And, pfft, it’s fine! I loved reading your post~~~ The only thing that I see is a section that is copied and pasted froma previous section... It’s in the second-to-last paragragh and is before the last part of that paragraph’s diologue section (“At her niece’s next question...able to explain beyond fragmented English.”) ^=^;;
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At Aunt Gheet-ah’s confirmation, the pup smiled happily and yipped. "Ciò è meraviglioso!" And the pup’s delight went much further than perhaps the adult could imagine. It was amazing to think that she had a sister and her brother and that her Mamma also had a sister and a brother. And to the pup, it all made perfect sense. Things were falling into place. It was a good family, the creamy girl decided, that had two girls and a boy. That was the perfect family. And now her family was perfect. Briefly, Amata wondered if Dadda’s family was like that too-- Iss Dadda hass two sisters? But, for the excitement of this meeting, the little girl quickly forgot (although she would no doubt bring it up once more to her Dadda). She smiled brightly up at her Aunt. It was like the family had been missing a piece, and that the missing piece, Aunt Gheet-tah, had been found. Today was a very good day.
As her Aunt laughed, the girl relaxed, feeling less sad about not being able to remember her Aunt. And the adult even said that it was okay, so Amata didn’t worry about it. But Aunt Gheet-tah’s reasoning was very confusing, and it made the girl’s mouth hang open for a moment. "I miei occhi erano chiusi?" the little girl exclaimed in disbelief. "Perché erano chiusi?" There was a brief pause as her head tilted. She thought for a moment, and, to indicate that she was thinking, she made a small humming sound of uncertainty. "Forse dormivo." That was her great speculation. Turning her head, she looked at her Aunt once more, offering an explanation. "A volte non ricordo di cose perché dormo. Forse sognavo anche forte. Ma ciò è giusto.... Sono contento che posso vederla ora, Zia Gheet-tah!" And her explanation was perfectly sound, in the girl’s mind. And she was definitely glad that she was not asleep at that very moment—she would not have wanted to miss out on meeting her Aunt after they had not seen each other for a long time!
"È giusto. Lei non mi è spaventato che molto." Amata smiled, assuring the adult that it was okay. That moment had seemed like such a long time ago that she could hardly remember anyway! A fast-paced child’s mind tended to distort time with destructive ease. As her Aunt Gheet-tah continued, Amata smiled and giggled delightedly. "Sono molto più grande?" Although Amata couldn’t remember when she had grown, she was delighted that someone else had said so. She spun about as if to display fully how much bigger she was before she turned and smiled up at her Aunt, continuing on with her cheerful chatter. "Presto potrò spostare come la Mamma, e mi insegnerà per prendere le farfalle. Caccerò anche, e dipingerò. E parlerò agli animali, anche. Ed aiuterò degli altri." All these things and more the girl wanted to do. And she wanted very much to be able to help others, for she disliked violence in all its forms. "Presto, sarò abbastanza vecchio per fare ciò!"
Her Aunt’s sudden change of mood caused the little girl to pause. Had she said something bad? That would have been awful. The girl herself adopted a miserable expression, but she was silent as she looked to the female wolf. There was a certain amount of relief when her aunt finally spoke. It seemed as if many people had been sad lately, and Aunt Gheet-tah had been sad enough to leave. "E dunque lei è andato via? Sono triste che lei ha lasciato...." There was a slight pause as the blue and green eyes looked up at her aunt. But then they brightened, and her tail was wagging once more. "Sono contento che lei sta ora. E la Mamma è contenta anche!" She had not talked to Mamma bout this, but she was sure that Mamma was glad to have Aunt Gheet-tah back as well. "Ora saremo una famiglia grande. La Mamma ed Dadda ed Zio Ehno ed ora lei! E Cambi e Got'am e me!" The perfection was simply wonderful.
Suddenly, the girl turned and took several excited steps before pausing, turning to look back as if she had forgotten something. "Mi ha lasciato qui la mostra qualcosa!" Then the girl went off running to the end of the barn, leaping up a ramp that lead to the upper level. There was hay up there too, and that hey smelled just as funny as the hay in the stalls, but it was the hay that interested the Sadira pup. The tiredness of before was completely gone. She paused, standing upon the ledge before she briefly looked to her Aunt below, an excited smile on her little muzzle. Then, suddenly, she leapt, screaming delightedly as she fell. And she landed soundly in a large pile of hay, her little body bouncing upon impact. Giggling, she stood up, standing like she was the monarch of the hay pile. "Non è divertente? Gioco come questo con Cambi e come Got'am. È molto divertente! Lei vuole provare, Zia Gheet-tah?"
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Thank you! ^-^ I think it sucked, but I also think that the one that I ended up with was better anyways. x3. Poor ol' Ghita keeps embarrassing herself in front of Amata. XP wc: 1300+
While Amata was rejoicing over the fact that Ghita had rejoined the pack, a part of the older fae was with her, celebrating right along. Luckily, that part held control over her body, and exhibited her content in a smile, wagging tail, lolling tongue, and waggling her ears to amuse the child. They weren't overly large, but a special ability to make them both go limp and bend them had been discovered when she was a nomad. Now they looked like two tents flapping wildly in the wind, dancing to the emotion that spread across the barn.
But there was a whole other part to her emotions in the moment. This was more subtle, only manifesting itself behind the pools that reflected happiness to the pup. It was now that the feeling resurfaced, the one she had been expecting and welcomed in as she joined the pack, but it was the motherly feeling that she had never had the chance to employ for her own pups. It would warm anyone's heart, seeing an innocent pup be so happy at the return of a long-lost family member, but it was a warmth that held barbs inside of it, knowing full well that she had abandoned those dearest to her over ghosts; Ghosts that would always haunt her.
They returned to the fact that Amata was just born when Ghita saw her last. The older fae knew of the miracle of life from experiencing it herself (with disasterous end results), and perhaps should've known that the four-month-old wouldn't yet have a clue. Still, it approached her with a shock, and heat flowed beneath her fur, crawling with embarrassment. In a voice dripping with concentrated humiliation and coated with amusement, she replied to the pup's theories. Ciò è probabilmente qualcosa chiedere un Insegnante, o sua Madre di più di me."
The ivory wolfess' theories were no doubt impressive, and showed more depth of thought than Ghita certainly had as a pup. The Aunt was always the child who would run off in the middle of the night, break the rules and not care about the consequences. She certainly couldn't care less about where she came from! Her next sentence pierced through Ghita's shell that had been keeping most of the emotion back, away from where it would really hurt. Nodding, Ghita smiled as well, finding it slightly harder than it had been before to do so, but the same result was acheived nontheless. E sono contento che posso vederla anche ora, caro." The last word she spoke was added unconsciously, something that was not missed by the older fae.
Why had she felt so compelled to call Amata 'Caro', so soon after they had met? Time and time again, it had been proven by Ghita herself that blood was thicker than water, but she hadn't expected to feel so close to her niece this quickly - or at all even! It weighed heavily on her already overburdened mind, perhaps more so than it would've concerned any other Luperci. The explanation was simple - Ghita had shut down after losing her pups, and now it was a pup who she had met moments before who had begun to pry her open, step by step.
The revalation had absorbed her completely - it was only when Amata began to speak again that she had noticed she had drifted off. She nodded, the smile a little more now, no longer dreading the feeling that crept across her pelt everytime a pup spoke to her. Laughing again, Ghita nodded. Molto, molto più grande. Lei era probabilmente no più grande di il mio ultimo di muso cronometra l'ho vista."
Now Amata began to speak of her ambitions for later in life - admirable ambitions to be more precise. Her smile flickered slightly at the mention of shifting, an art she had never learned how to use, but nodded in all the right places as she spoke on. E posso dire lei sarà ottimo a ciò che lei vuole fare." A flash came of what being an aunt meant in that moment - support. Ghita could tell her niece would go far, but at the same time she wanted to defend her niece from anyone who might say otherwise. Smiling again, her pearly teeth flashed in the small light in the barn, the light dancing to find her snake-bites on her maw. "Very Soon." English words she knew were spoken when she could, trying her best to learn the language to communicate with her packmates.
She wanted to add that she was sad that she left too, but the truth was that the gypsy wasn't completely. It was better now, easier to slip back in when the pups were older, so she could avoid the nanny duties she would be required to do around the young pups that could have been her own. She couldn't promise that she wouldn't feel like running away every time she saw a new litter of puppies, but she could promise that she wouldn't run away. The pups that were close to her now had grown up enough to let the pain subside somewhat. Her sister was mentioned now, and her smile changed qualities subtly. Sua madre e lo zio mi hanno voluto ritornare molto più presto di ho fatto." It was the obvious truth, one that couldn't be avoided, but she knew that Savina had welcomed her back quickly, and she was grateful for that, even if the resentment had only faded.
Yet it wasn't until Amata had spoken of the family that Ghita now took her place in that she realized how large the family was. She said nothing on the topic, but unease was replaced by anticipation. She had only met one of her nieces, none of her nephews, and hadn't seen her brother in law or brother in a long time. Perhaps it was time to see them again, and make amends with those she had abandoned.
The sudden turn started Ghita, and the happiness that had bubbled in her chest now popped, dropping miles and miles, growing with worry. She had opened her mouth, about to say something, anxiety nearly making her head spin. What had she done? As far as she knew, she hadn't said anything wrong or offensive to the pup. When Amata finally spoke again, the worry vanished, exhaling as she took in the words she said. Blinking in confusion, she nodded, rising to four paws once more, trotting after the pup for a few lengths. Where she began to leap, Ghita stopped, watching with one paw unconsciously in the air. Waiting, she trusted the pup not to do anything seemingly dangerous, which was completely wrong to do. Watching her niece fall from the top, Ghita's heart nearly stopped, pupils as small as pinpricks. Her small paws worked into motion, scrabbling against the hay-littered floor and reaching Amata just as she reached the hay. She hadn't realized it, but the fae had let out a high pitched whine of surprise, almost like a whistle, before she had finally stopped. Panting, Ghita felt as if she had aged three lifetimes in that moment, and it took a small while before she calmed down. When she finally did, her response wasn't a logical one for a new-found aunt - it was to laugh. Hysterically. When Amata asked her if she wanted to do it, a gleam in her eye met Amata's, and a wickedly mischevious smile played across her features. Lei mi non dice i suoi genitori non l'ha mai detto del suo Ghita di Zia intrepido?" She winked at her niece in a wild way, the Ghita of older times finally coming out of her shell. And with a small whoop, she leapt up to the top in a few bounds, collecting her short, lithe limbs beneath her to jump.
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Also, it seems like Ghita didn’t jump down at the end and only prepared to jump? I sort of PP’ed that she did, though... Send me a PM if you want anything changed! ^=^
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Amata smiled blankly as she watched the sudden change in her Aunt Gheet-tah. The pup mildly registered that the change had been of embarrassment, but, because she couldn’t understand the source of such emotion, she couldn’t quite understand the emotion itself. Her eyes blinked in the awkwardness of the silence, the creamy tail wagging happily behind her. She wanted to know why she couldn’t remember Aunt Gheet-tah. It was as if she would unlock a secret memory through the knowing of that single thing. But it seemed that Aunt Gheet-tah didn’t want to share the reason, and Amata wondered why. Her head tilted, but she didn’t demand to know because that would be rude, and she definitely didn’t want to be rude, especially to her aunt. But the chattering girl liked to wonder, and so she wondered aloud. "Giusto, ma perché devo chiedere un insegnante?" The white pup was truly inquisitive, oblivious to any discomfort and further embarrassment that her question might cause. Amata’s innocence had not yet been broken.
The girl’s smile brightened at her Aunt Gheet-tha’s loving words, and the girl’s warmth radiated from her like the rays of the warm, warm sun. It made her feel all warm inside to know that someone loved her. It was not as if the girl was unloved, for that would be most untrue. Her Mamma and Dadda loved her very much, and she loved them too. And Cambi and Got’am loved her very much, and she loved them too. But the girl simply loved the feeling that came from knowing that one was loved, and perhaps that was why she hated violence so much.
The little girl stared in astonishment, her eyes growing wide. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Ciò è molto piccolo!" Amata tried to measure the length of her Aunt’s muzzle in her head, and the girl, although her measurement was faulty, continued to be amazed. "Ed ero che piccolo anche!" She didn’t doubt that her Aunt’s words were true, but she simply couldn’t believe that she had been so small. She knew that she was small and that she was growing, but being the size of Aunt Gheet-tah’s muzzle was simply overdoing it. A little concentrating frown crossed the little girl’s face. Well, she decided, I’s are bigger nows. And so her expression brightened considerably, and she looked back up at her aunt, smiling once more. "Poi sono cresciuto molto grande, e presto, sarò alto come lei e la Mamma!" She was growing excited with her anticipation. The girl new that she would not suddenly be big and tall when she woke up tomorrow, but it still felt that way.
And it seemed as if Aunt Ghita agreed upon the approaching time. "Lei pensa di sì realmente?" The creamy tail with the darkening tip wagged furiously behind her as if it were the rudder off of one of the decaying boats. "Proverò molto duro per essere il meglio!" she declared, and Amata meant every word of it. She lifted her head proudly and stuck out her chest. She would do her best to be the best that she could. "Spero che è presto, perché sono eccitato per fare tutte le cose." she added, and giggled.
Her Aunt Gheet-tah’s words were as equally confusing as the talk about asking a teacher. Amata slowly cocked her head, the smile fading from her maw. It seemed like a sad story in a book, but, just as Amata could not yet read words, she could not yet read her aunt’s story. Because of this, Amata could not understand the gravity of the situation, nor could she understand that her aunt had dealt with something very great and personal. The inquisitive pup, therefore, could not hold back her question: "Perché lei non è ritornato quando le hanno chiesto di ritornare?" Maybe, Amata speculated, the adult wolf had business elsewhere, but what business would keep her from her family? Amata knew that she would come running if her Mamma called, and even if Cambi called too. And Amata, who did not yet understand that grave things happened in the world, wondered what had kept Aunt Gheet-tah away for such a long, long time.
Aunt Gheet-tah had seemed surprised, and maybe even startled, but Amata could barely hear her aunt’s whistling whine for the louder whistling of the wind rushing by her little ears. Her giggling bubbled about the room, and the hay caught her safely. As she stood at the head of the large hay pile, she looked to the female wolf. The exciting gleam in her aunt’s eyes was not missed by the puppy—she understood that emotion very well, and it caused her to give a little bark as if to spur on the adult. And she gasped at her aunt’s words, delighted and fascinated by them. "Hanno fatto non! Hanno fatto non! Voglio vedere Gheet-tah Zia intrepido! Mostrarmi! Mostrarmi!" she demanded. And as her Aunt went bounding up the ramp and to the top, the girl flew from the hay pile. But her legs were short and the hay was tall, so she simply landed further down the slope, rolling the rest of the way into the isle. Rising and running without missing a beat, she scrambled up the ramp, the blue and green eyes flitting from her aunt to the ground in front of her. With her tongue hanging out in panting breathes from her exertion, the little girl watched as her aunt gathered herself for the jump.
And as Aunt Gheet-tah jumped, Amata followed after her, running and throwing herself off the ledge, curling her body so that she could land right upon the hay pile. It did not occur to the impulsive girl that she might land atop her relative, and it continued to elude her until she landed right on her aunt. There was a bit of confusion from the girl as she squirmed about, attempting to discover upon what she had fallen. Her little black nose found her Aunt’s nose, and the girl grew still, smiling as she breathed noisily from the excitement. "Ciò era divertente!" she remarked, still oblivious to the fact that she may have hurt her aunt in the fall. "Lei ha pensato che ciò sia stato divertente anche?" she asked, and she hoped that Aunt Gheet-tah was having fun too. Giggling, Amata leaned back against her aunt, snuggling up in the hay and the fur. " L'amo, Gheet-tah Zia!" And she said so with sincerity. Even though the two had only just re-met, the little girl knew that she loved her aunt.
The blue and green eyes turned up to look at her aunt when she finally noticed the snakebites piercings. Amata’s mouth parted slightly as she examined the shiny metal. "Che ciò è?" she asked, lifting her paw to press lightly upon her aunt’s chin. And her tiny pawpads brushed up against the metal that was not cold but warm and friendly. "Dadda ha qualcosa ama quest'anche, solo è sul sua orecchio!" The girl wasn’t completely oblivious of the existence of piercings, but she had never seen one in that particular place before.
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Watching the smaller fae's head tilt in confusion, Ghita couldn't help but remember when Savina had just given birth and she had seen those three, tiny faces look up at every newcomer with a mixture of apprehension and giddiness. So many details had changed from the ones the tiny newborns held, but the basic mold was the same. Already Ghita could see a darkening tail on her young niece, but how much her sister's other offspring had changed was a mystery to her. She hadn't even met the other two yet, only hearing about Cambria from Savina's troubled tongue. The new aunt knew she had one more charge aside from her two nieces, but had heard no details whatsoever.
Why would Amata have to ask a teacher? For so many reasons, most that would make no sense to the pup. Un insegnante potrebbe spiegarlo più meglio di, caro." However truthful it was, Ghita would have no issues explaining how pups were supposed to be born, or how they were supposed to develop, but she really had no idea of how far to go with the little one. Amata was only four months old, but she had a right to know the details in Ghita's turquoise eyes. But even the multi-colored femme knew that it wouldn't be smart to fall out of her sister's good graces as soon as she got back into them, especially while explaining to her daughter about the miracle of life.
And again, 'caro' appeared on her tongue. It's appearance plagued Ghita less than it's entrance had, one of the reasons being that she had meant to put the word of caring into her speech. Caro was barely two syllables, easy to flick off the end of a sentence, and yet 'Caro' was anything but meaningless and light, especially for Ghita. Ghita, who had lost her mother in a tragic accident, who had only heard about it through her sister. The fae who had lost her mate at the same time she lost her litter, through no fault of her own, and the new Aunt who never truly had a father to watch over her. But most of all, the Aunt who was farther apart from her own two siblings than they were to each other. Ghita always ended up as the third wheel, it seemed.
Her laugh resounded once again through the barn at the ivory puppy's surprise. Allora eravate molto, parte posteriore molto piccola. Ma ora you' re crescita così rapidamente, it' la s gradice I' la m. che lo guarda si sviluppa." It just seemed to Ghita that every time she turned around, her niece was growing; even when they hadn't been formally introduced, it seemed like the Amata standing in front of her was just that much bigger than the Amata who had watched her when she first came into the pack. Now more than ever Ghita was aware of her own age, and how height had left her to be dispersed among other wolves, other wolves who now seemed to tower over her in halfling forms and beyond.
Vi siete sviluppato così tanto e ci è soltanto senso andare di qui. Su! Ma alla vostra speranza di causa I corrispondete un po'più alto di sono; Non potete notare, ma i molti altri lupi sono più alti di sono." She smiled at this, letting a low churring noise rumble in her chest at her own expense. When the topic returned to Amata's success in later life, she nodded, grinning. Vi siete sviluppato così tanto e ci è soltanto senso andare di qui. Su! Ma alla vostra speranza di causa I corrispondete un po'più alto di sono; Non potete notare, ma i molti altri lupi sono più alti di sono." Speaking with a shine in her eyes, and support in her heart, perhaps what she said next was deeper than Ghita cared to dive, but it felt necessary to give her niece wings to fly. VAllineare faccio, Amata. Il vostro momento verrà e prenderete il vostro pacchetto dalla tempesta, piovente con i vostri talenti."
Growing more somber once again, Ghita was aware of how fast her moods were changing around her ivory furred niece. She would be laughing at her innocence in one moment, pouring out her heart in support in the moment after, and yet, chasing after those lighter moments was the darker topic that nipped at her rapidly retreating heels. Attempting to hold onto the lighter mood she held, Ghita made a motion that was similar to a half shrug. Esso wasn' t semplice quanto quella, caro. Ho saputo ad un certo livello che stavano sperando I' la d ritorna, ma ero troppo lontano per sentirlo chiedere. Pure, ho avuto bisogno di più tempo di recuperare prima che potrei affrontare ancora la mia famiglia."
On some level, Ghita was hoping that she wasn't giving her niece the wrong idea about herself. It wasn't that she didn't love her family more than almost anything, the issue was that she had fallen in love twice and had her heart shattered. She had placed her trust into a male who both impregnated her and left her for another maiden, lumping in her emotions with a grain of salt. And she had fallen in love with her unborn pups; sometimes speculating late at night over eye color, personalities, coloring, in a most un-Ghita-like manner. Perhaps in those times she had tempted fate, trying to decide their futures, and the Gods decided to rob the tiny lives of their chances.
Once the shock (and fright) that Amata had sent coursing through her veins had passed, the adrenaline remained inside of her, egging her on to attempt what her young niece had just done, whether it was the smartest idea or not. It was highly irresponsible of her, but Ghita even had the desire to show off for Amata, show her just how fearless and reckless her Aunt could be. Non lo hanno detto? Quello è ora abbastanza una vergogna, non è esso? Suppongo che non sappiate mai… a meno che, naturalmente, abbia l'occasione mostrarlo io stesso…!" Here Ghita mocked horror and donned the illusion of disappointment, all the while concealing a look in her turquoise depths that spoke for themselves all together. There was something within the child's eagerness that made a warm feeling bubble deep in Ghita's chest, one that she couldn't quite explain. Later, she would blame the watery pools that reflected turquoise on the jump.
The jump perhaps wasn't as large for Ghita as it was for Amata, but in essence it held the same joys. The wind flying through her short, coarse fur gave her elation like no other, rolling over and losing herself in the rush. Closing her eyes, she let her other senses take her through the course of the jump, opening only a few feet away so she could prepare herself for the landing. Gracefully landing on her four paws, the force from the leap caused the fae to buckle slightly, but she ended up steadying herself successfully, before a small weight forced her down to the hay, limbs splayed in every natural direction.
The small wolfess did nothing more than surprise Ghita luckily, and only a small amount of wind was knocked from her lungs. The small pup rolled around, and for a terrifying moment the older wolf thought of the possibility of injury. Quickly nosing around for the child, it was unclear whose nose found whose, but it became clear in that moment that Aunt and niece were still running on their rush from the leap. The pair grew still together, chests heaving in a mirror image of each other, a wildly relieved smile breaking across the pieced jowls. She laughed as Amata broke the silence, nodding as she tried to catch her breath. Grabbing wildly for it for a few seconds, once it was secured, she spoke. Definitivamente! Non posso ricordare vergognoso l'ultima volta che ho fatto qualcosa di simile."
Indeed, it had been a while. Ever since she had experienced her losses, fun seemed to take a backseat in her life, leaving more serious times to command where she went. It was a most welcome release from her stress to just let go and have fun with her niece, a time that she definitely enjoyed thoroughly. The small body pressed against her larger one, and it took the aunt a few moments to register what was happening, and before she knew it, she was spurred to give the child a lick on the top of her head. L'amo, Gheet-tah Zia! The words weighed on her heart directly, settling into a place that she knew all too well, the one that controlled how her emotion was displayed to the world. Small amounts of water gathered before they were whisked away shamelessly, Ghita shifting so that the pair was more comfortable. Ed I voi, Amata. Sono così felice sono venuto a casa."
The sentiment drifted on for a few minutes, ones that Ghita had the feeling that she would have to get used to in the future. However comfortable they were, the child drove them on, blue-green eyes focusing just below Ghita's maw, noticing the bits of silver in her mouth. Tilting her head up to give her a better view, she parted her maw, feeling the tiny paws against her jaw. (And marvelling at how small they were compared to her own.) Sono simili agli orecchini, appena sono nella vostra bocca. Inoltre li ho in mio orecchio pure, vedo? Sono venuto dal gruppo di lupi che stavo viaggiando con per un istante. Questa combinazione indica che la persona che li porta sarebbe sempre benvenuta con loro." At the mention of her ear, she waggled it again, letting light dance off of the silver as she lowered her head for a better view.
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There was a hint of disappointment within the young girl, but she simply nodded saying, "Giusto, Zia Gheet-tah," without complaint because one did not argue with an adult. That would be rude, and Amata never ever wanted to be rude. The blue and green eyes watched the adult wolf with great and undisguised curiosity. Amata wondered what it was that a teacher could explain better than Aunt Gheet-tah. It must be a great secret, like the secret Jazz had shared with her in the library. Or maybe it was just strange, like the ‘yewling’ of Dadda’s book. Maybe it was very difficult to understand, like why Air-es had been mean and had bitten and had pushed her. Maybe it was some great thing. Whatever it was, the girl knew that she wanted to know. And that incessant curious nature would not let the little girl forget. She would ask Mamma and Dadda, because Mamma and Dadda were her teachers too. And then, if they did not know, Amata could ask someone else—maybe Anu. She might know too. Once more, the question arose: Why’s not Aunt Gheet-tah knows?
Amata giggled, her tail wagging. She was pleased to hear that she was growing, and it made her happy. But it did not seem as if she were growing as fast as her aunt was saying. It seemed as if she were always at her current height and would always be at her current height. But, once more, the little girl supposed that it must be so because her aunt had said that it were so. And she knew that one day she would be as tall as all the adults because she would be an adult one day too. Amata giggled again. "Su, su, su!" she exclaimed, hopping up and down as she bounced in a tight circle. "Sarò alto, giusto come Mamma e come Dadda!" the creamy girl sang in a tuneless song, but to the girl, all adults were taller. Distracted for a moment, she began to prance about in that tiny circle, her head swaying from side to side as she continued to hum the tune of which her words had only moments before been a part. But then, suddenly, she paused and stopped singing, looking up at Aunt Gheet-tah with large eyes. "Come una tempesta!" She almost whispered it, as if it were a great secret and a great thing to be compared to. A happy smile came to her maw. Maybe she could be amazing like the clouds. But— "Ma non urlerò come le nuvole fa -- ciò è pauroso!"
Unfortunately for Aunt Gheet-tah, Amata didn’t understand that with her questions she was taking her aunt into a very dark place. The little white pup could understand that something was different about the topic they now discussed, but she couldn’t understand that gravity. Even the dismissive shrug went unnoticed—or, she had noticed the shrug, but had failed to understand its meaning. "Lei deve essere stato molto lontano!" the girl mused. And she must have been, if Aunt Gheet-tah hadn’t been able to hear Mamma and Uncle Ehno calling. Wows, she thought to herself as she continued to speculate upon the distance. Even howlings travels fars! "Ma ora lei ehanno di ritorno, dunque tutto è giusto ora." A warm and sincere smile was upon the little muzzle (but when did she ever smile insincerely?). In a rare moment, words that should not have been understood went noticed by the little girl, and she paused, looking up as she considered the new meaning. "Ricupera?" Recover meant ‘get better’. "Lei è doluto, Zia Gheet-tah?" That would have been horrible. It was not fun to get hurt and be alone. She remembered when she had wandered outside the pack boarders and had gotten the mean-line thorn in her paw. And, being a long, she had cried. But her solitude hadn’t lasted, for Char’n, the wolf whom she believed to be her gaurdiangel, had come to save her. But did Aunt Gheet-tah have a gaurdiangel?
Jumping with Aunt Gheet-tah was much more fun than jumping alone. And so, when she had jumped, only a scream of delight had escaped her little body. Even the impact that had been felt went unnoticed by the pup, although it did smart a little, she admitted. The little hurt of falling, however, was not enough to override the ultimate joy that coursed through little Amata. And she was even more delighted by the fact that Aunt Gheet-tah seemed to enjoy jumping just as much as she did. "Amo divertirsi sempre, anche se diverto da mie." Even though jumping alone was fun, Amata once more thought of how much more fun it was to jump with her Aunt. But event though she had Cambi and Got’am, they didn’t want to play all the time, and sometimes they were off somewhere doing their own thing and playing their own games. So the creamy Sadira pup had had to find ways to keep herself occupied. But she never complained. As long as she was having fun, everything was okay. And as a pup, having fun was all that she could do. Smiling, she panted noisily as her nose was held level with her aunt’s nose.
Once Amata had expressed her love, Aunt Gheet-ah licked her little head. A whine of joy escaped the little girl, and she buried her face into her Aunt’s chest, curling up against her for a moment. And because she had hid her face in her aunt’s fur, she did not see the moisture that welled up. Aunt Gheet-tah said that she loved her too, and that made Amata very happy. And she was happy that her aunt was home now. Aunt Gheet-tah’s voice sounded loudly with the girl’s ears close to the adult’s chest, and a soft giggle escaped her as she nuzzled her aunt lovingly. "Me anche, Zia Gheet-tah!" Rolling back upon, she looked up and was content with all the love that she felt and all the love that she gave and was given.
"Oh! Sono come gli orecchini!" Amata exclaimed. And she could see now that, aside from the two metal dots on her aunt’s lips, there were three more rings on the ear. Amata made a short scream of amazement as she climbed up her Aunt, her paws now gently brushing along the earrings that made tinkling sounds. "E sono begli e lo scintillante anche." Nodding and satisfied, Amata returned to her spot against her aunt. And as the adult continued, Amata learned that the earrings meant that her aunt was welcomed somewhere. The little girl wondered if Dadda’s earring meant the same thing. "Lei ha viaggiato con i lupi quando lei era assente?" Her curiosity only pushed her further. The blue and green eyes looked up at her aunt. "Lei li manca, Zia Gheet-tah? " If Aunt Gheet-tah were welcomed among the wolves of somewhere, then they must be friends. And Amata missed the friends that she didn’t see, like No-war and Oh-say-ann. Aunt Gheet-tah must miss them too.
With a sigh, the girl completely relaxed, her body going limp as she lay upon the hay beside her aunt. Sleepily, the bi-coloured eyes watched the ceiling. "Lei mai è andato alla spiaggia, Zia Gheet-tah?" Her voice was becoming sleepy as she asked the sudden question. Once more, the girl reminisced upon the excitement of the previous day that had been spent with her siblings and with Mati too. "Sono andato alla spiaggia ieri...." A short pause allowed the girl to yawn, her little mouth opening widely with her noisy breath, a high-pitched whine punctuating it. "Era molto divertente. Non è lo stesso come va all'acqua di lago. L'acqua di mare è più grande, e ci sono molti tesori lì! Ed il cielo non era blu, ma il giorno era caldo." There was another brief pause as if her sleepy mind were speculating something. "Le nuvole erano grigie come hanno voluto piangere, ma erano piacevoli e non ha urlato." Shifting, Amata pressed herself against her aunt, liking the warmth of the adult’s body that was much stronger than the diluted heat of the day within the dark barn.
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Ghita would admit that she felt quite relieved at Amata's compliance, but still felt a small amount of guilt that she could not help the child. It was obvious that Amata had been raised well, a direct result of her sister and her mate's upbringing. She had to laugh at the undisguised curiosity that sparkled in her optics, wondering if she should explain to the pup. However, there was a nagging feeling that she would only make Amata more confused with her explanation. Moving away from the topic however, she smiled, her turquoise pools sparkling with admiration for the maturity of this pup. If the positions were switched, and Ghita was the one demanding an answer, she was sure that the younger version of herself would not be satisfied without an answer.
Just what about Amata's new size caused the pup such amusement was beyond Ghita, unable to picture a time that Ghita didn't know these secrets. If the pup Ghita knew that she had been that small, she wouldn't have cared nearly as much as Amata seemed to, preferring to focus on the fact that she was bigger now, and could get into more trouble with newfound knowledge. She couldn't help but laugh at Amata's outburst, the joy so relieving to see that the aunt felt calmed, happy to be away from the subtleties that older wolves played with in their willing paws, confusing those who were too naive to see the signs.
She didn't feel the need to clarify that her niece's height would rival her parents', as it already seemed obvious that it would. She simply nodded, a smile stretching the piercings on her jaw minutely. Her words seemed to invigorate the child, and awe her, which Ghita found rather gratifying. Crouching down low to the ground, she tossed her head, fur flying wildly. Sì, come una tempesta di grandi dimensioni!." But she had to smile at her niece's opinion on storms, and settling down, she nodded. Thunder può essere molto forte e molto inquietante, è vero. Ma è proprio giocare con le nuvole, l'altro, un concorso di quanto possano lanciare fulmini. Dopo il fulmine viene generata, vi è un grido di gioia e di apprezzamento."
Something that Ghita could say for her niece is that her curiosity paired with naivete meant that knowledge was shared, but at a cost. She was beginning to tire or reliving some of her darker days, but answered the pup's questions without complaint. She had the right to know, however painful it was for the older wolf. After all, the older wolf had bolted on her family, not the other way around. Sighing heavily, she looked just above the child's shoulder, listening with limp ears to the questions she posed. Ero molto lontano - al largo delle terre appartenenti ai sogni Crimson." That question was less painful to answer, but it still took it's unpleasantries with it. The next question that came was harder to stomach, and answer, but she tried her best to not be sharp. Fa male anche a parlarne, a volte." The last added sentence wasn't meant to tell Amata to not speak on the subject, just to let her be aware of where she was going, and the effects, rather than have them show up later. To a more worldly wolf, the hunched shoulders would be more prominent, the fae would seem more aged as she continued discussing her lost litter. The circles under her eyes had faded from sight, but they remained underneath, hidden, like her wounds.
By now they had moved away from troubling times, and rolling around on the hay could easily help the mind forget of past hurts. Even if the moment was still nearby, it was retreating, and now was the moment to enjoy the tenderness with a young puppy, her niece. Her small creamy body was warm to the touch, and silver furs mixed with the ivory to the point that it would seem hard to untangle, if it wasn't something as smooth as fur. But quickly her attention flitted, like a moth attracted to light, to her lip piercings, and were thoroughly investigated with the pure curiosity of a child. With a chuckle, she nodded, Grazie! Io faccio del mio meglio per tenerli puliti, ma sono angoli difficili."
Once again she was used as a support, something she didn't mind, and smiled, relieved to have the tiny paws off of her body - but simply because they were beginning to dig as the weight shifted. Her mind travelled back to the Nomads, a smile sadly shown prominently. Sì, mi hanno portato in quel momento, e sì, a volte, mi manca loro. Ma posso dirvi un segreto?" She whispered the last part into her niece's ear, the fur tickling the sensitive skin on purpose. Ho perso la mia famiglia più."
Moving on to the topic of the beach, the older fae smiled and nodded, waiting for a break in the excited speech to give her input. Sì, sono stato al mare, un paio di volte. Ho attraversato anche mentre al rientro nel pack." She adjusted herself to make both Amata and her aunt more comfortable while together. Ti piace quando il fragore delle onde? I do." Resting her head lightly on Amata's, she closed her eyes, smiling at both the contact and the memories of the beach. E 'bene che essi non urlare. Non credo che il mare sarebbe piaciuto che."
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Shall we end this one soon? ^=^
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Amata giggled delightedly before she lowered her head and shook her mane so that her fur could toss wildly too. But Amata’s puppy fur was not long enough for such a thing, although she didn’t know that. In her mind, her fur was moving just as wildly as her aunts. A playful growl that was far from aggressive and, perhaps, a little comical fore its benign nature, bubbled from her little maw. But she laughed, repeating, "Come una tempesta di grandi dimensioni!" As she lifted her head, listening to the she-wolf’s explanation of storms, a look of surprise and confusion crossed her face. "Lei significa quel tuono è una cosa felice?" she asked, her head tilting at that extreme and awkward angle. There was another brief silence in which the young girl tried to reason it all out—Aunt Gheet-tah said things that were very different from Uncle Ehno.
"Ehno Zio ha detto che le nuvole erano solitarie perché tutti sono scappati quando è piovuto; il tuono era il loro urlare arrabbiato. Ed ero triste perché sono solitari e così ho chiesto al Fabbricante di Sogno di farmi sogna in modo che potrei giocare con loro." she explained to her Aunt Gheet-tah. Uncle Ehno had explained something truly contradicting to what Aunt Gheet-tah now told her, and so the little pups mind struggled with these two ideas believing that each must be true. The adults would not lie to her, and so Amata was prepared to accommodate both explanations. Gradually, the perplexing look upon the creamy girl’s face faded and her head returned to a normal and comfortable place. "Ma se non sono tristi e felici, poi sono felice anche. Sono contento che giocano e divertono e che non sono tristi." What a relief it was to hear such a thing! Now she was glad that she didn’t have to worry about the clouds anymore! The creamy girl smiled up at Aunt Gheet-tah, her tail waving happily behind her. Good thing she had Aunt Gheet-tah to tell her these things. While, in the girl’s mind, she did not think that Uncle Ehno had lied to her (and indeed she still believed that the clouds could be sad sometimes) it was good to have a brighter view of what the world was doing.
Now that Amata was truly looking, she saw that her Aunt was very sad. And the creamy girl couldn’t quiet imagine why that were the case, but she felt sad for her Aunt Gheet-tah nonetheless. The blue and green eyes became doleful as she watched, looking at the sad and drooping ears. To the girl, who had finally noticed such things, the change was sudden and not gradual, a thing that had only happened moments before. Maybe she was sad because she had been very far away and couldn’t hear. But then, when Aunt Gheet-tah said that she was hurt without blood or bruises, the girl grew confused once more. And she was shocked and sad that it hurt to talk about it. For a moment, the girl was silent, almost dumbfounded, and she almost felt that she was causing the sadness within her mamma’s sister. The creamy tail waved apologetically. She was almost afraid that the adult wolf would love her a little less because she had made the adult sad. "Poi non chiederò più, Gheet-tah Zia." she said, and hoped that that was good enough.
Lying in the hay with her aunt, the little girl looked up, those young eyes inquisitive. "Lei deve tenerli pulisce? Perché?" The young girl did not yet understand that one must take care of things. She still believed that things retained the look given to them. The flowers looked pretty all the time, and her fur was pretty all the time because Mamma groomed her. But she didn’t understand that Mamma’s grooming kept her fur pretty. She understood only that Mamma made her fur pretty, and, to the pup, those two ideas were very different. Her fur was pretty all the time. Therefore, Aunt Gheet-tah’s piercings must remain shiny and pretty all the time without the requiring care.
Amata smiled. Those wolves must have been very nice, and she knew that they were. They had even given Aunt Gheet-tah pretty piercings to show everyone that they liked her. Amata was glad that Aunt Gheet-tah hadn’t been alone while she had been away. But it made her sad that she missed them. A sort of half-frown crossed her little maw. But when her aunt asked if she wanted to hear a secret, Amata nodded saying, "Sì, mi dice un segreto, Gheet-tah Zia!" in an excited whisper. And when the answer was given, Amata gasped in delight. She nuzzled her nose into her aunt’s chest, happy that she had been missed. A little whine of affection escaped the creamy girl, and once she had rubbed her head enough upon her aunt, she looked up smiling softly and sleepily as she lay back, relaxing.
Amata yawned again, continuing to fight off the sleep. She could hear her Aunt Gheet-tah’s words vaguely through the muddled hearing that her sleepiness created. And her mind understood that her aunt said that she had been to the beach. She nodded that she had heard her aunt through a yawn. A sleepy smile curled her little mouth. She nodded off before she looked up, hearing about the waves. "È molto bello!" she agreed, suddenly awake. "Sì, amo che sano." the girl repeated as she grew sleepy once more. "È bell'e mi ricorda di Mamma." She yawned again and stretched, using her aunt as leverage so that she wouldn’t slide off the hay pile. After emitting several squeaks and contented sighs, she was able to reply. "Non penso di sì sia. Ma erano piacevoli e giocati insieme, dunque Cambi e Got'am e potrei giocare anche. Abbiamo trovato molti tesori...." Her words grew slow now, with frequent lapses as she drifted in and out of her sleep.
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I feel so bad for the wait.... TT-TT Sorry! And yeah, this could be my last?
Also, I've looked around the site briefly and couldn't find anything that was Dream Maker - what is it? ^^;
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Watching her niece toss her head like a wild mustang, and her mirroring the motion, made Ghita wonder if she would've been like this if her pups had survived. Indecisive on everything from small choices to her moods, one could label her bipolar if they really wanted to, but the truth was that Ghita had the inclination to change rapidly. She laughed at the bubbling growl that sputtered out of Amata's chest, heart lighter in that goofy moment than it had been in a while. A pang of guilt nipped at her fur as she saw the ivory fur whip through the air. Savina must have spent quite some time grooming it, and yet here the 'responsible' aunt was, getting her niece into all sorts of trouble, the least of it leaping off of tall points in the barn.
As soon as her head stopped whipping around and the hyperactivity died down, she listened to her niece puzzle out her own explanation for thunder. She tilted her cranium, turquoise pools dipping down to the sun-kissed hay, miniature adorned tents perched forward towards the speech. "Hm..." She murmured, a universal noise across languages that declared that she was thinking. It wasn't her intention at all to undermine her brother's explanation, and her mind raced to see if she could repair the damage. Le nuvole in un primo momento sono tristi, che sono soli, e gridare, ma poi si rendono conto che possono fare la loro divertente lanciando fulmini intorno. Così possiamo avere ragione entrambi." Satisfied that she was not confusing her niece anymore, she had paid less attention to her niece's Italian, until the topic of the Dream Maker came up.
The bi-colored eyes looking into hers became doleful, making Ghita feel worse than she had in a while. It was apparent that child had only now recognized her aversion to the topic, and it seemed that Amata felt guilty about bringing it up. A small skinny ivory wand wove a dance across the air, and Ghita nodded, accepting the silent regret. Non preoccuparti, caro, non avrebbe potuto conoscere." She offered a small smile before approaching the pup who she had made so somber. Resting her maw gently on the niece's skull, she let out a small murmur of reassurance, before she spoke. Si può sentire liberi di chiedere a me quello che vuoi. E 'difficile per me parlarne, ma questo non significa che non serve a nulla."
Hay dug into her sides and back at somewhat awkward angles; The otherwise soft bedding the pair lay upon had resented such weight suddenly put upon them, and took it upon themselves to poke Ghita's pelt with their blunt ends. She squirmed minutely, so she did not disturb her niece, but relieved some of the pain that dug into her. Chuckling at the ivory pup's question, she opened her maw to begin. Dopo qualche tempo, le cose si fanno sporco e usura. Sai, mangiare, correre, dormire per terra ... Per tenerli brillante e piacevole, mi lavo, ma solo una volta alla settimana o giù di lì." She wasn't alarmed that Amata thought things took care of themselves; It was a pup's naivete that held her opinions fast - and as a newfound aunt, she'd help Amata as much as she could.
She felt the change of emotion in Amata as the words danced from her mouth. The thrill that raced through her niece dashed along her veins as well, knowing that in her heart that was the song she sung. A wet cold nose met her chest fur suddenly, the ebony meeting silver-tipped fur tickling Ghita almost unbearably; she barely suppressed a laugh in time before her own nose buried into Amata, tickling the pup in response. Two whines pierced the barn's air - one higher and one lower, but both meaning the same unspoken feeling that tied the two wolves together.
Watching her niece flutter from exhausted to hyper shocked the older fae. She herself could stay up very late and not feel the effects, but she'd sleep in much later, and take a long time in getting fully awake. Once she was up, she was up for the day, and her niece's energy levels bemused her. The reference to Savina at first confused her, but she found that it fit well, once examined. Her ebony sister was much like the ocean; Her grace and nobility constant, like the tide, and the slow murmurs of comfort a mother gave to the daughter could be compared without a doubt to the waves sliding on the sand. Wondering out loud, she couldn't help but ask a question to her niece. Se la vostra madre vi ricorda l'oceano, che cosa ti ricordo?" Her eyes sparkled with affection for the pup, resting her head in a more comfortable position before continuing. Lei mi ricorda di un torrente spumeggiante, Discoteche lungo, felice, giovane, ma porta verso l'oceano - di una connessione a tua madre e quello che diventerà con il tempo." Hopefully the child appreciated the metaphor Ghita pronounced. It was made on the spot, by instinct, although she couldn't be sure if Amata had even heard her.
Churring softly as the ivory pup floated into sleep, she adjusted herself, pushing her head next to Amata's and letting out a small humming noise, something that Ghita would have done for her own pups. The notes were not planned initially, but the Italian gypsy soon found herself slipping into a song she had learned on her travels, beautiful in nature and slow in tempo, opening a turquoise optic to regard the sun slipping behind the pine trees that dotted the lands. She would wait until the stars rose, twinkling at the pair, before she would rise and carry her niece back to the worrying ebony mother, but for now her plan could wait. The aunt and niece looked the picture of tranquility, the aunt casually waiting for the breathing to level and deepen into the telltale sleep before the protector rose and padded into the early night.
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Oh! The Dream Maker isn’t anything special—it’s just the person that Amata thinks makes dreams, like the tooth faerie or something, ^=^;;
And we can end it here, if you want—just send me a PM or something letting me know, ^=^ And the quality of this post is not anything like yours ><
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As Aunt Gheet-tah made a thinking sound, Amata made a thinking sound too. Her head grew tilted once more, although it was at a milder angle. The blue and green eyes watched the adult expectantly. And, as Aunt Gheet-tah smiled, Amata smiled too. The explanation that followed made Amata think. She nodded a brief and silent ‘yes’, because what Aunt Gheet-tah was saying made very much sense too. "Oh! Vedo!" Head was straightened, and Amata smiled, her tail wagging. "Ho pensato che le nuvole erano tristi sempre, dunque ero triste anche. Sono molto più felice ora che lei mi ha detto che non sono tristi sempre, perché le nuvole devono essere felice anche." What a relief this was! She was very glad to know this now, and she felt like a cloud expert.
The creamy girl stood there with her sadness, her tail limp behind her. She looked up hesitantly as the grown-up approached, afraid that she would receive some sort of scolding. But instead Aunt Gheet-tah placed her muzzle on her head and offered words of reassurance. A little whine escaped the girl as she wiggled her head, thusly nuzzling he adult with her short head furs. "È giusto, Gheet-tah Zia!" she responded. "Non voglio farla triste... Ma ascolterò quando lei parla. " A little smile was offered in return. The girl wasn’t supposed to make an adult sad! That wasn’t even something that was supposed to make sense within the little mind.
"Oh! Lei deve tenerli scintillante?" she exclaimed cheerfully as she lay there in the hay. "Non ho saputo. Ho pensato che sono stati scintillante sempre!" She giggled and laughed at her funny thoughts. Hows sillies of my to say that, she thought with that child like delight as she scolded herself for assuming such crazy things. Little Amata was glad that Aunt Gheet-tah was understanding of her thoughts.
Amata, although she did not realize it, began to drift farther and farther away. In her mind she was awake and alert, but in reality, her eyes were dropping and her head nodded as her body began to relax in the preparations for sleep. It was her Aunt Gheet-tah’s voice that caused her to awaken. The little head lifted up, her eyes struggling to peel open. It took several moments for the girl to register what had been said and finally the words began to sink through her sleep-muddled mind. For several long moments the girl was silent. There came a couple of sniffles before a large yawn broke through her defenses. A little squeak punctuated that heavy breath as she smacked her chops. " Non so ancora," came the long-awaited reply, and another smaller yawn escaped her. "Lei dovrà chiedermi di nuovo dopo, e penserò di esso fino ad allora." Because she had only just met her Aunt Gheet-tah, Amata wasn’t sure what exactly reminded her of her aunt. But she would definitely think about it. Her eyes slowly began to close and she gave a slow, wheezy giggle. "Un che la gorgogliando insenatura!" she exclaimed before settling down once more, leaning back against her relative.
Slowly, gradually, Amata had drifted off to sleep. She didn’t know when, and her mind did not even register that she had fallen asleep. A soft sigh escaped the limp body as oblivion folded about her. She dreamt of clouds and smiled faintly, her leg twitching as she ran—or was she dreaming of running? The clouds were bright and puffy and soft beneath her little paws. She remembered being here before. Giggling delightedly, she greeted each of the clouds, and they remembered her. They sang to her. At first, the voice was familiar, but then, slowly, the singing became a chorus that the clouds were singing, and their voices were the sound that the wind made when it whistled by the window—only happier. This dream land was not better than her real life, just different, and different was always fun. She pranced about as she played and sang along as they sang. And soon she would wake up and be home again. But not yet. And so it was that she fell into that deep sleep, laying against her Aunt Ghee-tah.
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