The Good Left Undone

*Jaelle* · 12-20-2016, 12:34 PM

Jaelle Rosemary Canirai

The wind stung the cuts on her face, but it wasn't enough to deter the woman from reaching the top. Her ears strained to hear Ganta's voice over the increasing gusts, a few of his words getting cut out. "What... looking... exactly?" It was enough to understand what he was getting at, and she stopped once more to look at him. He seemed to be struggling somewhat up the incline, hardly keeping up with her now. She couldn't help but let out a chuckle, her bell-clad tail twisting behind her. The sound of her bells was drowned out in the wind, and she knew it would be no use in trying to yell at the man. So she just shrugged her shoulders and took off again, not caring if he lagged behind. Poor dear, getting dragged into exploring with her.

As they got closer to the peak of the hill, the water was loud enough to cut through the wind. Mist was carried on the breeze, clinging to her gray coat as she slowed down slightly. Her blue and brown eyes scanned the area for any signs of a cave, or something that would bring them below the river and under the waterfall. She would love to explore something like that. Wiggling slightly, she finally came to the very crest of the hill and stood once more on flat earth. The river was about five paces ahead of her, the wind cutting down as the roar of water took over the atmosphere. She drew in a deep breath, the air almost feeling more crisp out here. Without hesitation she bounded towards the edge of the water, plopping her butt down beside it and facing the world. From this vantage point she could see far across the northern lands, not yet claimed by the snow that would be here soon. She quivered in her excitement, trying to drink in everything that she could lay her eyes on.

Jaelle had nearly forgotten that she had company, twisting around to see if the furry-headed male was still here. There was an apologetic gleam in her eyes, she got carried away sometimes when she was in new lands. The need to find every hidden twist and turn was almost all-consuming, her claws flexing against the hard packed dirt at her paws. "Sorry," she called above the waterfall, "I like to explore, a lot. I didn't mean to drag you up here for nothing. But gods, look at that view!" Her voice was so full of whimsy and nearly breathless with wonder. They lived on an amazing world, that was for sure. She could sit up here all day and not look at the same thing twice. This is why she liked her freedom, and didn't like to be tied down. This was the main reason why she would walk to the ends of the world if she truly could.

"SPEAK"

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