Lost in the constellations
09-21-2016, 12:44 AM
His words made her pause as she adjusted the scarf, but only for a moment. Her brown and blue eyes looked at him with earnest, wondering what lay under that stony exterior that he always wore. The man seemed to have a lot of friends, so why would he only be taking his word over overs? After all, she was a gypsy at heart and they could have wild souls. In the time that they had known each other, they hadn't really talked much about their past or what would lay ahead. They both pretty much ran a constant conversation, or he was fretting about breaking the rules and not being any fun. But Jaelle had seen a side of him that not many may have been granted access to. They had run around and romped while she was healing, but more than that they actually talked. She couldn't remember the last time that she had been able to carry on a conversation for so long, it was most likely before everyone in the troupe vanished. Her ears slicked back at the thought, but she tried not to linger on it too much. It wasn't until she pulled away that she turned to look at his features, a tender smile on her black lips. "I must be one special lady, then," her tone was soft, erring on the sweeter side opposed to her normal teasing manner. She said nothing else as they fell in stride along side the tide, and she tisked when she saw her scarf nearly getting wet. Shaking her head, she leaned over and pulled it looser over his neck, very quickly losing her footing. Oh great. She hit the ground before she new it, but taking it in stride she easily pushed herself back up and shook the loose sand from her coat. There, it was like it never happened. A large, goofy grin was tossed towards Xephyris, there was no way he missed it. Oh well, it was her fault for trying to walk and fix her scarf. She had worked so hard to keep it dry though, she didn't want to see it getting wet now! What a silly man he was, having a hold over her like he did. Really, there was nothing too aesthetically pleasing with him, he was more plain than she was. Whether it was from him rescuing her and becoming her silver knight or their days of talking she wasn't sure. But she had been the one to give him the idea of starting a pack, the least she could do was go and see her brainpower at work. Plus, she had grown fond of him and would most likely miss him in her wandering. If she could have it her way, she would snatch him up and drag him all over the world. But he had that little tri-coloured woman that looked at him in such a possessive way, and Jaelle was not one to share. She would have to loan him now and again, and the thought made her smirk somewhat. Realizing that Xeph was speaking, her ears flickered as she blinked rapidly, turning over to focus on him. His words elicited a slight blush under her gray marked cheeks, her lashes batting at him in a playful manner. "Well I do say, sir, you know how to make a lady blush," she tried to drawl her voice the way she had heard it in a southern land, a light giggle following her words. "I'd like you to see the world with me, but you must have your rules and your borders. You better have pretty things for me when I do come back though," she teased, aiming to bump her shoulder against his without completely falling over. When it came to handling him when he was grumpy, well... Jaelle just knew that there was that man who had stolen her scarf the first time down there. His grumpiness was just a layer that she needed to peel back until she got to his truer self. He turned away from her, answering her question about what he wanted for a pack. She was listening, but slowly started to walk towards the rocks she had seen and the cave that lay within them. The sun was staring to make its decent, and with her four left paws they best get comfy before the sun settled. Picking her way across the sand, looping her tail under his chin once more to guide him away from the water, she felt her heart drop a little when he said what he wanted. They reached the rocks and she paused, turning to face him head on. "And who are those fortress walls going to protect, mm? You, or them?" There was a past behind those blue flecked eyes, and she wondered if he needed strength and protection to hide from his demons. Raising a brow at him, she turned back around and quickly jumped up onto a higher platform of the rock face. Somehow she did it without falling, and actually made it all the way to the top. She didn't stop to see if he was following her, flopping down on the still warm rock and dangling her paws over the edge. Resting her head on top with her tail sweeping behind her, she watched as the sky started to take on a darker blue. It was a couple hours yet until nightfall, but the view was pretty great from up here. |
Art by Fox
Unless otherwise stated, Giet (Goat the stoat) is always with Jaelle. He is grumpy and mean, and may not always say nice things.