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[center][color=Sienna][h1]Alessea Vina García[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] García’s (Self-Owned Garage).
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Her niece, Quinton Matson and Abigale Matson. ([@Caits]).[/sup][/color][/center]
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[b]“..but aunnie Ky; I miss you..! When you coming home..?”[/b]

Chuckling softly, and unable to help the way that her soft lips turned up in a rather gentle and loving smile, Alessea shook her head lightly from side to side at the young girl she could see on the screen of her laptop; the four-year-old herself giving her one of the biggest pouts and puppy-dog eyes that she could possibly manage as she tried to convince her aunt to come back to Barcelona. It was a normal thing; and she could understand the child’s way of thinking.

Nyah couldn’t understand just [i]why[/i] her aunt had left Spain and come to the USA… to be honest, even [i]she[/i] didn’t know really why she had done what she did… it had just; well, it had just happened.

[color=Sienna]“Awe, sweetheart… you know that this is my home now…”[/color] Faltering slightly as the young girl’s face seemed to fall ever so slightly- her eyes widening, her shoulders slumping, her lower lip quivering… Oh, please, and for the love of God, do [i]not[/i] start crying… There was no way that she could resist her niece’s tears, [color=Sienna]“..but you know; I don’t have to come visit with you all the time, you can come visit with me too- any time that you want to okay..? All you have to do is ask, and I’ll work it out with mama and papa alright..?”[/color]

Seemingly pleased with the answer that Alessea had been given to her, and now excited at the idea of going see her aunt in America; Nyah bounced happily up and down on her chair a few times before finally, she slipped herself off the edge of the seat and went running out of the camera’s view, her voice still clear as day as she began yelling for both her mother and father. That was it… she had created a monster. There was no way in hell that the girl was going to give up now that the idea had been planted in her mind… it was just another reason the two of them got along so well; they were so damn alike it wasn’t funny.

[color=00746b]“Alessea? It’s Quinton.”[/color]

Turning her head back as the sound of a new voice filled the confines of the garage, Alessea let her dark eyes flick out through the half plaster-half glass wall that separated her personal office from the workshop, her gaze flicking about before eventually, it came to settle upon the figure of the wolf she had approached after tracking him down on her turf- he was one of three wolves that had wandered onto her territory, and in quite a short amount of time as well…

The other two were still to be approached.

Tearing her attention away from the man who seemed to be carrying a small girl (of whom she could only assume was his daughter or something) over his shoulders, she turned her gaze back down to the screen of her laptop, her hand reaching out and her fingers gliding over the touch pad of the mouse so that she could end the call before closing the lip of the computer- there was just no point in keeping it on when her niece had clearly forgotten that she was there in the first place.

Standing up straight, she lifted both her arms up above her head, her fingers lacing together as she arched her back, small pops and cracks sounding from the vertebrae as the air trapped within escaped audibly- it seemed now she had work to do. Dropping her arms back down to rest at her sides, she turned her head back around, her dark and rather intense gaze once more meeting with that of her visitor as she turned on her heel, her feet carrying her through the office and out the open door into the workshop, her arms swinging lightly back and forth in time with her hips with each and every single step that she took.

[color=Sienna]“Quinton… this is quite the surprise; I wasn’t expecting to see you for quite some time.”[/color] Her voice was calm… welcoming, and her Spanish accent mixed with one he might not be able to pick up filled the air, seeming to command the attention of all who heard it, though it was more than clear that she was in no way trying to assert her dominance over those who had entered- they were her guests, and she their host.

[color=Sienna]“I assume you’ve come to see me because you’ve made a decision on my offer… and you’ve brought a friend- nice to meet you sweetheart, my name is Alessea.”[/color]