What's My Name?
01-11-2017, 04:13 PM
It wasn’t hard for the woman to see that this man was not used to conversations, his maw opening and shutting a few times before he was able to get something out. Jaelle was a patient woman, and his demeanor made her even more gentle. She was used to dealing with grumpy males with sticks up their butts, but he was softer in a matter, like a delicate thing meant to be handled with care. She was surprised how quickly she relaxed, her smile growing wider as he mentioned that it was an alter. Nodding her head softly, she sat and curled her tail around herself, bells dragging on the earth. Giet finally made it to her side, but even he seemed more calm than normal. Good, there was no snow to push his narrow body into if he misbehaved. Sending him a warning glance, as the creature did have quite the mouth on him, her eyes wandered back up to those stunning green eyes. "What is it an altar for? If you don’t mind me asking, that is." She wouldn’t force an answer out of him if he didn’t want to talk about it, and she felt as if she might have to be the one to direct conversation here. That wasn’t a problem, she was pretty talkative since she had grown into her own. Jae remembered a time when she was so shy and reserved, but when the rest of her troupe vanished she had to learn how to stick up for herself. For the longest time she had relied on them to keep her safe and protected, that being left to her own devices had been scary at first. She wasn’t bitter about it though, without that event she wouldn’t have grown into the woman that she thought she was always meant to be. She met so many wonderful wolves after it anyways, she wouldn’t have gotten to meet Xephyis or all the members in Myriad. Her backbone had fully come in, it just took a few more years than it did for others. Perhaps that’s why she was so empathetic towards the stranger, she knew what it was like to be in his paw steps. A bit of a silence spread between them, but Jaelle was not feeling the pressure that he was. A question was directed at her, her head canting to the side as she took another moment to glance around. The grasses were growing well after such a harsh winter, the bare trees rattling in the wind that buffed her splotched coat. Her bells rang out gently with each stronger breeze, adding to the soft soft on the wild. "It is, I can hardly imagine how it looks in the summer. I can’t wait until it warms up, myself. It’s a lot easier to explore that way!" Jaelle said with a soft, jingling laugh. She hummed when he asked about her familiarity with the area, righting her head as her gaze wandered back to his face. "Depends on what you mean by this area. This particular land I don’t know the name for, but I’ve been around this part of the continent before. I’m a bit of a navigator myself." She wasn’t bragging, just allowing the stranger a little glance into her life. Oh, wait, they hadn’t even exchanged names quite yet! Even though she was more experienced than she had once been in conversing, she still slipped a few times. It wasn’t often the first thing that she led with, making an entrance was kind of her thing. At least she hadn’t tripped after her jump, she pretty much had all left paws. Winding up on her rump or face wasn’t an unusual happening for her. "I’m Jaelle by the way, and this is Goat," she said, pointing her nose down at the weasel. "Goat the stoat, although he insists that it’s Giet." "Because it is, ya big fluff." He muttered, kicking at a discarded stone by his little paw. Chuckling, the wolf shrugged her shoulders as her grin turned into a toothy one. She was really starting to like this tube of fur, even if he was rather grumpy at times. "SPEAK" |
Unless otherwise stated, Giet (Goat the stoat) is always with Jaelle. He is grumpy and mean, and may not always say nice things.