Sunshine, Daisies, Butter Mellow
Italian? Was that a type of spell? Nah, a language. She had to remember that there were all sorts of languages she didn't know, and this Italian would be one among many. "Your Italian sounded really pretty." She would smile at him, tail wagging as she listened to his explanation at what he said. Giggling afterwards, she glanced at the flower. "It's my first time trying to talk to one, maybe they're just shy. They just need some time...that's what I think anyway." She smiled at him, genuine and gentle. She was quite the calm one when it came to working on patients. But every other time? Her mind was more child like and innocent.
As soon as he started to shake his head, her brows furrowed a bit as he explained he couldn't teach her his Italian. That it was his families secret. Her entire demeanor changed then as her tail stopped wagging, and she took on a very crestfallen and disappointed look. Maybe he didn't like her enough? Or maybe they didn't want anyone else to know it so they could talk in code or something? She didn't know. "Aawwww... When he introduced himself, however, she perked up a little.
"You mean like the cute little bird? Maybe your mommy and daddy named you that because you're cute too!" She beamed at him, rail wagging once more as she giggled a bit. She noticed then, the bundle at his feet, and instantly curiosity would draw forth. Or maybe she was just nosy, there was never really a difference with her. "Watcha got there?" |
