The cat laughed at her, and then tossed her a wink. Completely shocked, Jaelle didn't quite know what to say, or do for that matter. Sputtering, her jaw hung lax as the beast spoke once again, asking if she did indeed here her talk. "I did too, don't try to confuse me! No wonder why the gypsies think of cats are signs of evil," she muttered, starting to pace along the cliff. Her bells rang as she did so, the monochrome babe shaking her head back and forth. "I have to be dreaming, there is no way that a cat could talk and understand me. Or maybe I ate some plant that I shouldn't have.." she said to herself. Pausing in her steps, and bent down and bit her right foreleg, making her pull back and yelp in pain. Okay, so maybe she was awake. Turning back to the cat she narrowed her bi-coloured eyes, standing back up on the cliff and poking her face close to the black cat. "Okay, so you're real, I know that. But how were you able to talk?! In all my travels I have never met another animal be able to talk like us, let alone understand us. Did you get cursed or something? Are you a magic cat?" Jay asked, her questions demanding an answer.
"SPEAK"
Unless otherwise stated, Giet (Goat the stoat) is always with Jaelle. He is grumpy and mean, and may not always say nice things.
