La mia amata sorella

*Starling* · 01-28-2016, 07:58 PM

It wasn't that he wasn't expecting it, no. He knew she was still a bit out of it, but he had hoped it would have faded by now. So when she jumped and started to panic, he, too, jumped and became nervous but for entirely different reasons. Was this going to be a permanent thing? Did she have permanent damage that he couldn't see? His breath caught in his throat as he stared at her with wide blue eyes, feeling them prick with tears. It looked like...brother time would have to wait. Slowly he took in a deep breath before letting it out again. He felt the calm enter his body as he took the second for himself, listening to the little bird speak. And with that, he entered that state he managed to get whenever healing was necessary.

Slowly he stepped towards her. "Sorella, va bene. Sono io, Starling." He whispered softly, hoping that the italian may help her recognize the reality instead of the shadows. He took another step before stopping, giving her enough room so she wouldn't feel threatened or caged. He didn't like this, he didn't like this one bit. "Sorella, mio dolce Finch. Che cosa è che si vede?" He cooed softly, slowly reclining on his haunches before stretching out, as if he were laying down, and reaching a paw out to gently touch hers. He needed to get through to her, to understand what was happening.

"Talk"" | "Italian"

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