Tripping
02-05-2016, 08:39 PM
Everything happened so fast that there was hardly time to comment on it, but at the same time she felt like she was watching it all in slow motion. He tried to stop but did the same thing she did, tripping over his paws and sprawling on top of her. The air rushed out of her lungs, monotone sides flaring outwards as she desperately tried to draw in a breath. Her gray jaws gaped open, eyes wide until at last she was able to breath. Jay sucked in a deep breath of air as the boy scrambled off of her, while looking her over. Jaelle was silent for a moment, just looking up and blinking at this stranger. And then it happened. She snorted at first, and then her throat croaked as a huge burst of laughter left her. Her head fell back to the ground, her entire body convulsing with the force of her laughter. It took her quite awhile to calm down, trying to taking deep, calming breaths. When at last she was able to regain a hold of herself, she was surprised to hear the boy speak in Italian. She blinked up at him slowly, raising herself to her paws and shaking her aching body. Her bells sang out once again, and Jay dipped down to fix the scarf around her neck. "Va bene, ho solo come goffa." Her Italian was far from broken, her words slow and... well not very proper. But it was a language that she only knew a little about, she excelled in Dutch above all others. It was very interesting for her to hear another wolf use Italian though, it was for sure a language that she wanted to learn more about. The monotone dame was greedy when it came to other spoken tongues, she wanted to absorb as much of it as she could. "I'm sorry I freaked out... and then laughed," she started, drawing circles on the ground like a pup admitting they had done something wrong. Bi-coloured eyes looked downwards, her head hanging slightly. "but that was just too perfect." Jaelle said with another giggle, looking up with a new sparkle in her eyes. She was generally a lot more cautious with strangers, but they seemed to be passed that now. After all, he had been on top of her already. The woman laughed at her own mental dirty joke, her tail wagging behind her. As she did so, the bells around her tail sang out once again, softer with the steady rhythm of her tail. "I'm Jaelle Rosemary Canirai, but you can call me Jay." She said with a playful wink, taking a step away from the male to look herself over. There was a few scrapes on her left side, but nothing too bad. She was just mostly covered in earth, which didn't bother her too much. Looking up to give him a once over, she noticed the bag around his back. Eyes grew wide, and she took a few dancing steps towards him, poking the fabric with her nose. "Woah, cool bag! I bet you could fit tons of things in there!" she exclaimed, noticing that the bag smelled a lot like plants. Eww, don't say that he used it all for icky herbs! What a waste... |
Unless otherwise stated, Giet (Goat the stoat) is always with Jaelle. He is grumpy and mean, and may not always say nice things.