No More Silent Observation

*Xephyris* · 08-28-2016, 06:08 PM

Glancing up at her, he could feel some of her tension melting away. Had she understood the depth of his apology? It seemed that regardless of whether she understood, she was content with it for the time being, and she relinquished some of her anger. When she reached down to kiss his forehead, he too let out a breath he didn't realize had caught in his throat. He sat up straight then, inching toward her as he aimed to press his body against hers so that he would sit side by side with her, his shoulder touching hers. She was beautiful, just like the day he'd met her. Something about her had him entranced; only she could make his knees feel weak. He would do whatever he could to make her happy. And he knew that he had to be able to talk to her - how left out she must feel when everyone around her could communicate, and she was left in the shadows, left to wonder and speculate about everything. The anger and the hurt he'd heard in her voice rang in his ears - he didn't want her to feel like that. He pressed his nose to her cheek affectionately, drawing in her scent eagerly.

"Soleil... votre très beau," he murmured in her ear, recalling some of the words they'd first spoken to one another, finding it easier to remember now that he was not under the direct scrutiny of her wrath, "I must come to understand you. And I want you do understand me." How could they make this better? It just had to be solved. He couldn't stand not being able to say the simplest things to her, nevermind trying to express himself more deeply with her. Pulling back from her for a moment so he could look upon her face, silver eyes scanning over the gorgeous gems that were her eyes, he smiled softly. "We need someone to help us," he decided then - he knew she couldn't understand him now any better than before, but he hoped that she could hear the certainty and determination in his voice. Still seated by her side comfortably, he looked to the willows, and the calm, meandering streams, his eyes clouding over thoughtfully. Surely someone could help them... didn't Jaelle know some foreign tongues? Perhaps she knew French. He would have to seek her out. Would there be anyone else that could help them? They'd have to seek together, to get this misunderstanding between them dealt with for good.

Was there any way he could try to learn her language on his own? To ask her? He didn't even know how to ask. Looking to her again, he tilted his head and then stood up, slowly walking from her side as he placed his paws in one of the streams, glancing back at her. "Come," he insisted gently with a beckoning flick of his tail. He began prying his mind to remember just a few basic words, even if he had to piece it together in fragmented bits. He turned his nose to the water, dipping his snout in to make a splash. "How do you say it? Vous parler... vous appeler?" he knew his attempts at her language were poor, but he had to start somewhere - he was trying to ask her how she would say it, what the water was called, with the few words he had retained. And he was determined to learn the more from her, this was just the beginning, to get himself started. And if he could just find out a way to ask questions. To ask her how, what, and where. Just to be able to ask would open up his ability to learn more, and for it to come more easily. Would she join him now, and try to make sense of this great barrier between them?

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No More Silent Observation

Xephyris