What's My Name?

*Jaelle* · 01-13-2017, 01:43 PM

There was something so delicate and soft with this male that she almost felt as if she were dealing with a child. He seemed to be over a year, how far above she couldn't quite tell, but there was a certain... quality to him that made her feel this way. She had to remember that she probably had appeared like that when she had been more reserved. It was something else though, his soul seemed more gentle than most. So focused on her own thoughts, she missed his slight change of expression. Taking no note of it at all, she pushed on when he spoke about the alter being for the sprites who lived in the area. Curious, she glanced around, but didn't see anything lingering around them. She was familiar with the legend of the sprites, she had heard tales about them in her travels before. She herself had never seen one, but Jaelle had a rather open mind. If he was leaving offerings for them, then perhaps he had seen them before and just wanted them to be appeased. Nodding her head slowly, she took another peek around and even stopped to sniff at the air. Maybe they could find something else to offer them? "There might be some mint nearby, I can smell a bit of freshly grown stalks. Maybe we can add that to your offering?" Her head tilted to the side, Geit digging at the ground below him as he grew uncomfortable. Jae hoped that she wasn't insulting what he had now, or saying that it wasn't enough. He just wanted to help him out, maybe she could ask more about these sprites of his. Different wolves had different takes on them, so she had no doubt that this man saw them differently. She had seen offerings before, but not like this. Instantly the woman wanted to know more, but she held herself back from flooding him with questions. She watched as he moved the berries more towards the center of the alter, and an idea came to her mind. During the winter when she had been trapped in the avalache, one of her bells had lost its chime. It was damaged and no longer rang out, she didn't want to part with it but maybe it would be a good thing to give to his little creatures. Turning around, she nosed around the bells softly, bumping them to see which one no longer sang. Once found, she nipped it off the metal chain that kept it around her tail. With the care that one would use when holding a child's scruff, she rose up to place one paw on the flat stone, her other raised and tucked towards her chest. Bending her neck, she opened her maw as the bell clattered to the stone as if letting out its last song. A somber look overtook Jaelle, she was very fond of her bells and this was the first one to break like this. She had several on her tail, but only two on each bangle on her front legs. She would be very upset if one of those stopped working, and made a mental note to keep an eye out for any more. Peeking up at the stranger, she waited to see if this was acceptable. "Maybe they can fix it... it no longer sings like it's supposed to."

She shook herself slightly when a question was directed at her, describing a land in great detail. Closing her eyes, she started to map out all the places that she had been. It sounded like the Fjord, but she couldn't be certain. You couldn't really see the ocean from up there, and the volcano wasn't near any beaches at all. Slowly reopening her eyes, she shook her head with a frown. "It sounds close to some lands around here, but nothing that perfectly matches your description. I'm very sorry..." Jaelle really did wish that she could help him more, there was a sense of loss in his voice that she knew very well. She missed her troupe, while not able to really call one place home it was the wolves that made it that for her.

Geit looked up at the young wolf as he bent down to look at him, his browning fur puffing up as he got closer. He longed to bite down on his black nose, but a quick glance from Jaelle told him that he would be in a lot of trouble if he did so. Not wanting to get pushed into the mud or kicked somewhere, he just grumbled under his breath. He was far more than just 'fascinating', but he would take it for now.

Her blue and brown eyes shifted off of the weasel and back to the boy as he spoke again, saying that his name was Kaecious Avenicci. She had a last name too, but she usually didn't tack it on to her first like a lot of the wolves here did. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm sorry that I don't know anything about your home, but I can keep my eye out for a place like that as I wander. I could howl for you if I find something like it, if you wish." She really did wish that she could offer more assistance, but sadly that was all she had.

"SPEAK"

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