The kitty cat started to purr with affection, and Jaelle wondered how her culture thought that they were bad luck. She was so cute! When she stood up to nuzzle into her soft chest, the cat pushed forward. Jay hummed softly, feeling the fur brush across her nose. When she commented on the fish, she was about to jump down and catch the cat one anyways. But that is when she spoke. Blinking, she pulled her head back and stared at the cat. "You... you just spoke! I understood you!" she barked, lowering herself down to all fours again. Her head tilted to the side, her mind spinning. Have animals always been able to talk like that? Or was she drunk or something off of that special drink? Her mouth stood open slightly, jaws hanging slack as she tried to process everything. She could just be hearing things, after all, she did talk to herself a lot. Maybe she had just been talking so much that she made up a voice to talk to her back. Jaelle completely forgot about the fish, they could do that later, after she found out if the cat had really spoken.
"SPEAK"
Unless otherwise stated, Giet (Goat the stoat) is always with Jaelle. He is grumpy and mean, and may not always say nice things.
