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Savina Marino · 12-05-2011, 01:49 AM

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She wished it could have magically been summer when she had come back from the tribe. Even after all this time, the winter was always a hard time for the warm-blooded Italian fey. As each year ticked by, the cold seemed to seep deeper and deeper into her bones and made her body ache. Savina knew she was not quite old, but she also was not quite young any longer. The cold solstice put that fact into glaring clarity. The tension and worries of the war were also still slowly making their departure, making the Consul all the more lethargic.

A warm blanket was draped over her legs as she sat in one of the plush chairs of the library. Candlelight flickered pleasantly in the vast room as the cold winds buffeted the windows. The Consul had been very lazy since her return from AniWaya, and honestly a bit anti-social as well. She just needed time to relax and recharge her energy. So she sought company and stimulation instead from the aged pages of the human tomes, basking in their silent comfort.

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Silvano Sadira · 12-05-2011, 02:01 AM

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short because I'm going to bed after this maybe xD

Giselle wanted something official. And something official was what she would get from him. Silvano was still a little nervous, and afraid. Giselle wanted a wedding, a true marriage. Oh, he knew what they were, truly. But that did not mean he wasn't worried. He had watched his aunt and uncle's mateship fall to pieces as he left her here, taking a few of his youngsters with him. But his mother and father still seemed to be together, which gave him hope. Plus, Giselle seemed to be the type to fully enforce happily ever after. Forever. So, while the choice was easy, it carried a lot of weight. He would have to marry the pretty white woman.

He ventured toward his library -honestly, who spent more time there? - and found himself smelling his mother's scent close. "Mother?" he said curiously, slipping through the door, head popping in first to see his mother's form. She had a blanket draped about her and a book in her lap. It felt like so long, especially when he remembered their talk about that man, who had come to steal Giselle away. Flustered all of a sudden, the Sadira smiled at his mother. "You seem cold, mother."

Savina Marino · 12-14-2011, 03:07 AM

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I have no issues with short, obviously XD

Reading had become such a pastime for the Italian woman that it was hard to imagine that when she had first come to these lands she had been completely illiterate. Undoubtedly it had been a strange education gap for someone from across the Atlantic—most European canines lived a much more human lifestyle than they even did here in Nova Scotia. Savina's birthpack had been markedly different however. There were many times she regretted having such a narrow upbringing, but at the same time she did appreciate her closer connection to their feral forbears.

She could hear movement out in the hallway, but paid little attention to it. After all, many feet passed through these parts of the manor. However a voice she would always know called out to her and the head of her youngest son poked through the door. Immediately a smile lit up her dark features. Silvano was her only son now that remained in the lands; Gotham had left to find himself after his trials in the war. Mio figlio, she said warmly as he entered. I'm always cold in these damned Nova Scotia winters. I was simply not made for them. As she spoke her hands flew into the air in dramatic exasperation.

How have you been Silvano? She hadn't really gotten to speak to him much since the second raid upon their lands.

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Silvano Sadira · 01-01-2012, 06:21 PM

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His mother's dramatic hand gestures were far from new to him. He had his own bad habits with hand waving while speaking, and rarely regarded them, so second nature were they. Savina dramatically spoke against the cold weathers, but the young son laughed at his mother's humor. She had chosen to settle here, that much was certain, and it was entirely her fault for being cold. He just rolled his eyes good naturedly at the dark woman, bending over to give her an awkward standing hug as she sat on the seat. He did not want to make her rise, especially since this was probably one of her spare moments in a day. Maybe he was already disturbing her. His ears almost flattened but he managed to keep them straight as he smiled softly at Savina. "Oh Mama, that's entirely your own fault and you know it. Dovuto andare ai Caraibi," he said with a shake of his head.

Dragging the wooden chair from the table beside his mother, Silvano set his elbows in the armrest. "Ai, Mama. Non è facile." He looked at the door to the library, to make sure that his words would not leak out to the parties not present. As he gazed at the door for that one moment, he let his fingers pull at his own hair in nerves. His mother was the best source for womanly information he knew, and his sisters would probably be very worried. And disturbed to talk about girls with their brother. Oh, why had Gotham left? His advice was so welcome right now. Brother to brother was a lot easier than brother to sister, or even brother to father. And now, he was talking to his mother of all people. He had to be wary with her, and make sure to keep it clean. Granted, he was an adult but that was no reason he had to be uncouth with her. She deserved his respect more than anyone else did, both as his mother and as his leader.

"You know Giselle, right, Mama? La bella ragazza pallida?" He swore they had this conversation, or was that with Anu? That conversation had been so long ago and so much had happened between then and now. On top of that, he had already come to terms with so much but was unsure if his mother was aware. How to proceed? "She's the one with the stoat creature?" Sighing, Silvano waved his hand to clear the air of his uncertainty. "Well, I think I want her, you know." He felt his skin grow hot at the way he phrased it. It seemed so very strange. "No, no, I mean, not like that. Oh, damn it. I mean, mate, you know. As a mate." He felt oh so terribly flustered at this conversation and it had just started. Hopefully, his mother would understand where his words were coming from and what he meant. Silvano cared about Giselle but was uncertain about how to proceed. He did not know how to ask her that question nor did he truly know what it meant to be a good mate. Surely his mother knew? Two litters of healthy children and that many and more years of being with his father had to amount to something. She had to know something else.

Savina Marino · 01-20-2012, 05:21 PM

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haaaay, you're back from vacation now so I guess I should respond to this :o

Her son rolled his eyes at her for her theatrics, but it did not sting or hurt her. She was purposefully being a bit over-the-top and as her child it was his job to find her a bit ridiculous or embarrassing at times. It was simply the way of parents and children. Besides, she was fairly certain he was proud of her more often then he was shamed. As he bent over to give her a hug, she lightly wrapped her slim arms around him and patted his back affectionately. Non ho saputo dove quella nave andava, Silvano, lei sa ciò, she said with a roll of her own eyes. Still, she had a feeling that the Fates had intended for her to board that specific ship. It could not be mere coincidence that her brother had ended up on these very same shores a matter of moons after she had.

Her son pulled up a chair to sit beside her and as soon as his body sat down she could see all the telltale signs of his anxiety before he even spoke the words the said as much. Savina gently folded the corner of the page she was on to mark her place before closing the book, signalling that she was focusing all her attention upon him and their conversation and whatever problems he had come to speak with her about. Family came before all else for the Marino woman; she would drop anything to be there for her children.

Silvano spoke of Giselle, the rather naive but sweet girl that she had accepted into the pack some time ago. By his calling her pretty the mother could already tell where this was going, but she kept her smile from her face so as not to risk her son thinking she was amused at his distress. Yes, I know Giselle. Not well, but she seems a very nice girl. A subtle encouragement. What Silvano said next had a double and opposite effect on the matron. It was of course a little unnerving to think of one's young son in that context, but at the same time she knew he hadn't meant it that way which made it amusing. In fact, she had to stifle a chuckle before he hurriedly corrected himself. Though when the word "mate" came from his lips all risk of laughing disappeared.

Silvano, ready to become someone's mate? It was a bit of a shock to her, but at the same time, it was a surprise of the pleasant kind. Savina reached out and took one of her son's hands in her two, a gesture meant to calm him. Yes, I know what you mean Silv, her accented tones spoke softly. It made her mind briefly run back to the day Kansas had asked her to be his mate. One of the happiest days of her life. You two have been spending time together then? She feels the same for you? As a protective mother, she needed at least some seed of comfort to know her dear boy was not about to lay his heart on the chopping block of some girl who didn't return his feelings.

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