It had been some time since his meeting with Denver, and the man's actions had him thinking about some things. Mostly it had been who the stranger was and whether or not he had just been a playful kind of man or if he was just that kind of a guy who swung around like a swinging rope over water. Silvano had no idea and he really did not feel remotely certain of it and had been too conscientious of good relations with the man to bother asking for clarification. Their meeting had started out rough and rocky, and the young Sadira had not wanted to jeopardize anything for his curiosity's sake. He had a hard enough time making friends without questioning the sexuality of any new ones that he had met along that way. Silvano was not a social creature and he wanted to keep the friends he managed to get. And he felt that such a question was best left for closer friends should they want to reveal something so personal and private.

But this opened so many things for the young adult, almost a man, to find an answer for. And that was something he wanted more badly than he had wanted anything else. Well, other than his family's happiness, Artemis' reawakening, Denali's return - which never was to happen now - and his mother's sanity. Those seemed to have returned, and the one that had not been fulfilled, well, it was never going to happen as the boy had been killed. It seemed so long ago, when snow was still on the ground and winter reigned king. Summer was coming, and hopefully it would be a long and colorful one, to bring back some easy joy to his family. He hoped for change and happiness and light. But he wanted answers first, in this raining spring with heat fast approaching the lands.

Who to approach though? Silvano knew few who would talk with him about his questions with more wisdom than a typical person would. So he knew, Silvano knew he had to approach his older sister, Cambria, and ask her about her life with her female lover. It was going to be embarrassing, he knew. But more so for him, than for his older sister. So he slept on it, thinking of what he would ask to make it seem as though he were not thinking of trying that sort of thing out. He did not need the rest of his pack finding out he wanted to try things out.

The morning came and the sun was halfway to the height of the world's sky, and the young man rose from his bed. He had sat on the edge, hands clasped, as he thought on it all once more, one last time. But Silvano left his room, shut his door gently, and headed down the hall to find his sister's room. He just hoped that Mati would be out and about now, so he could catch her alone. Or perhaps she was somewhere else in the manor, but he knew he would find her. "Cambi?" he called gently, hoping to find her upstairs without awakening anyone still slumbering. But maybe she was downstairs..

He went downstairs, not finding a soul upstairs the time, so he headed toward Cambria and Mati's room downstairs. The stairs creaked beneath his feet, and his nails barely scratched at the railing under his fingers. The floor beneath him seemed to have grown in age since the night before, or maybe it was because his eyes were focusing fully on the ground before him. Silvano winced as the floor boards groaned outside of his older sister's room, and he glared at the floor in a futile effort to reprimand it. He was not trying to hide from the family or from any for that matter, but it seemed as though everything was just kind of trying to point out the obvious fact that he was not just idly seeking out guidance. Why on earth would the manner be against him today, of all days? It was not even a meaningful day! At least he would know where the crooks and creaks were in the floors when the day came he wanted to sneak out. But he was an adult now, so to speak. Sneaking out was silly.

Cambria came at his quiet call, her door opening to reveal her form behind it. Silvano took a peak behind her briefly as she made sure he was uninjured. It seemed she had been busy working with plants, maybe for medical reasons? His emerald gaze returned to her. "Hi Cambi," he said, using the old nick name for her. "Are you busy?" asked the Sadira youth, absently reaching out to rogue petal from Cambria's shoulder. However it got there, he had no idea but he flicked it away from them. "Can I come in?" asked the youth tentatively, unsure if his sister was in the mood for his visit or if she was too busy. "I wanted to.. to talk."

Silvano rolled his eyes at her, wondering what she was doing to get them everywhere. Rolling in them? Throwing them into the air like confetti? "Really? Is that how you sort them?" he suggested, laughing slightly at the thought of floral fifty-two card pick-up. Emerald eyes watched the petal fall to the floor and the Sadira eyed the mess in the back of the room. Well, it was a mess to him just because there was dirt and plants involved. Cambria opened the door wider for him, the smile found on her face mimicked on his own as he brushed past her. It was bright in here, at least compared to his room on the second story; he had dark curtains up now, to block out the sunlight in the mornings. How did Cambria and Mati handle it?

"How have you been, Cambi?" he asked, grinning at the plants he was staring at. Were these all medicinal? Silvano wondered what they were and what they did. And then there were some of Mati's paintings in here too. Those the youth eyed briefly before turning toward his older sister. He rubbed at his arm awkwardly, wondering where to start with his questions; especially if he didn't want her to suspect he was beginning to think strange things. But she wouldn't find them strange, would she? Would.. she? "So.. uhm.. it's gonna sound weird, but just go with it, but how did you know you liked Mati in a way that was different from anyone else..?" Outside the family, at least.

The young man gave a quiet laugh, eying the plants in the back and making an angry glare at them. Then he smiled at his sister lightly. It was hard not to be happy around Cambi, especially since she was one of his sweetest sisters. Well, they were all sweet, and Parker was sweet in her way, but Cambi was a healer and he supposed that was why he liked her so much. That and Artemis would probably laugh at him if he talked about this. Or maybe she would not, she had been so strange since she woke, so much not like herself. Maybe she would soberly look at him and not even make a quip about anything.

He flattened his ears at her saying she was safest inside the borders. He wished it were safer out and about, but at the end of the day, family was what you had left. And the Marino family was pretty big. But it was good she was doing fine, even though it was not nearly as good as great.

Silvano felt all sorts of awkward about his question, especially since it was out of the blue and not exactly like him to ask it. But the moment his sister gave her the description of how she felt with Mati, the youth gave a rather loud sigh of relief. Then he looked embarrassed promptly and felt his face heat up, even though it would be impossible to tell for anyone else. So whatever had been with Denver had been nothing but hormones? Maybe? "Oh well.. That's sweet, Cambi.. I'm glad for you," he meekly said while equally meekly smiling back at her.

Silvano nodded at his sister's words, simply gazing at the paintings her mate and lover had painted. He was unsure of how to start and of how he could possible tell her what he had felt and how strange it had been for him. She would understand, surely, because she had gone through much the same. But the Sadira youth did not ever expect for what had happened to mean anything at all. He knew it was nothing, probably just hormones not caring a wit for Silvano's preferences. Unless they were his preferences and he had no idea that they were. In which case, he felt more lost and confused than ever.

"I..," he began, faltering already. It was nerve wracking, but it was entirely over what his sister would think of him. "There was.. this man I met outside of the territories." Simple enough, and he was sure that Cambria knew what he meant by a man and he had met. It was clear something had happened between them. Granted, it was nothing big and not a deal to worry about. But it meant something to him. Maybe not towards Denver, but towards himself. "Nothing happened, not really.. but it was.. strange. It felt.. strange."