There was a time, when she was a little girl, she would close her eyes each night and a say a prayer. It was always the standard of wanting good things to happen to her family and pack, hoping for a good season where everything would be plentiful, and everyone would be happy. The prayer would always start out as selfless, but it would end with her innocent desires. Like if she could grow taller, wake up with purple eyes, or if Emily could find a bug in her lunch, all these things would make her happy. However, her innocent prayers turned into despair as she begged and pleaded for help. Learning that she was feral was a difficult process to digest and understand at such a young age, when she should be more concerned about singing the Alphabet or counting to 100 correctly. The rough treatment and abuse she suffered under from didn't help her faith strengthen. Those prayers turned into barters the girl promising if she did these two or three things that he would, in return, make the feralness go away or keep her from endangering others. It never worked, none of it did. The love she had for God was slowly fading away, whatever belief she had left, could hardly be seen. When praying and bartering didn't work she turned into shouting matches. Shouting matches that caused her voice to disappear and her throat ache. She wasn't afraid to yell at a God there was no fear in him. There was nothing he could go to her. She was afraid of those that should
have been family. Each time they beat her and tortured her, she hoped that she wouldn't make it out alive. That in death when she made it to the pearly gates of Heaven, he would be there and she would attack him in retribution, before he kicked her into the fiery pits of Hell.
Explaining to her mate about the concept of Heaven and Hell wasn't quite easy. It was a lot of 'big' thinking that her spotted companion wouldn't be able to comprehend that second. It would take a while for him to learn it. How long she did not know, but it wasn't something that needed to be rushed. He could spend as much time as he wanted to think about such things. That innocent question he presented her with made her grow instantly quiet. She had asked that question when she was a pup, before she was told she was feral, the idea of spending out all eternity in fire and brimstone shook her to the core. One of their elders reassured her child-like mind that she wouldn't go there so long as she did not harm others, did not lie, cheat, steal, or kill. All she had to do was be a good little girl, obey her parents and the law, treat others with kindness and love. Tobias wasn't a child. He wasn't frightened about the idea that he would suffer forever somewhere hot and being tortured all the time. He simply wanted to know whether he was going there or not, and she couldn't tell him yes or no. It wasn't for her to decide. It wasn't his fault that he was as he was. Would they take that into consideration with his judgement? If they did and said all his actions from his ailment would be null and void, that would get him a free ticket to Heaven. Helplessly she shrugged her shoulders as she answered in a remorseful slow tone.
"I don't really know. Some people think that if you've been a good person and you didn't sin a lot you have the chance to go to Heaven. Others believe you have to be baptized and as long as you believe in Jesus, and you try to be good to others, you get to go to Heaven too. Heaven is supposed to be like paradise, a good and happy place to be in. You go to Hell when you sin or you've been a very bad person. In Hell you will be tortured forever, and they will make you miserable, they will break you and hurt you, no matter how much you beg them to stop. I know I've sinned so I guess that's where I will go."
Luckily though she was distracted from thinking about the afterlife and the damnation of her soul when he proclaimed that men don't wear dresses. Although he was correct with that remark she explained gently to him that a man's attire for robes, although did look like dresses, was in fact not a dress. Although they had no reason nor need to continue to stay around this stature of Leonardo da Vinci. The last thing she needed was for him to break it and cause some horrible country crisis and leave Dorian and his team to fix it all. Oh the shame and humiliation. She wouldn't allow that to happen and grabbing his hand, she led him away quickly. He had taken the reigns and led them down the park towards a group of children playing with bubbles. His clever solution to air for fish was something she happily praised about! Although her praise was being out done by the shouting from the Italian man pointing at the bottle of bubbles and then pointing to his cash register. Paying the man, only to politely shut him up, she let him down away just case her mate had a different idea on how to make him quiet. As he placed the bottle of bubbles into his pocket his question about another piece of the riddle was answered with another helpless shrug.
"Well, that's what I'm still trying to figure out. I don't know if we take a rock from a mountain or we go inside a cave of a mountain and chisel off rocks."
Trees had roots, because it came from a seed. A mountain, she knew quiet well, was not the same as a tree. Mountains don't just brush open and grow because of a sea. Did mountains have to do with volcanoes or Earth, something with earth. Best person to speak to was some kind of scientist that specialized in rocks. Although who in Italy would she go to. There were Universities, but she doubted she could just waltz into one, and ask them questions. She would be lucky if they even knew how to speak and comprehend in English! When her mate declared that they would need to shove a woman down and grab her beard she shook her head in disagreement.
"You can't pull a beard off a woman! Besides everyone else would see if we pushed her. We have to be sneaky, and we have to be gentle. We're not going to hurt her. We don't need police coming after us or Dark Hunters."
Azzy had warned her that in Europe the Dark Hunters there are not kind nor forgiving. One toe out of line and you are struck down immediately. She promised Tetra she would bring them both back safe and sound. Her mate in a jar as ashes wouldn't be good nor ideal. Seeing him point to some mountains in the distance she chuckled quite softly. That he would think they would make it from here to there in a day by walking was indeed amusing. Those mountains were far from here, quite far indeed for them to travel, even in their animal form. Easily she replied brushing away his fear of walking his lazy bones to the mountain.
"That mountain is too far for us to walk. We would have to find a place to stay over there and drive to the mountain. I am sure we can get a good car, maybe one that goes fast? I won't be able to drive like Tetra, but I'm sure I can go a decent speed for you."
The idea of honey moon seemed well, out of place to think about, because they hadn't even talked about their wedding. The idea that they could go somewhere and escape for a while was a charming thing to think about, but being this far away from pack was a bit difficult. That tether between them and their Alpha was still there, but it was obvious from the empty pang they felt there was need for them to return. Even with their ties to Regan, Henry, and Alexis, they couldn't remain far away for long. They would need to get back from their vacation and reconnect, reestablishing that tether. With a nod she replied easily.
"We can go on a honey moon. Most couples try to go to a resort on the beach and some go to a private island. You don't like the water so we don't have to do that. We could go anywhere really. Some take a honey moon for a week, others two weeks, some maybe a month. Do you know where you would want to go?"