The Good Left Undone
01-29-2017, 12:42 PM
She could hardly take her eyes off of what lay before them, trying to recall which lands she had been to and which ones she had yet to navigate. There was an obvious excitement surrounding the female as she took it all in, only peeling her eyes off of it to look at Ganta when he spoke. Nodding her head quickly, she wiggled in place as she scanned the horizon once more. "I plan on it! Anywhere I can go I want to see. If I could map out this whole world I would be one happy gal." Jaelle said wistfully. Spending her days exploring was all she could really ask for. It was nice when she had some company, but she really didn't mind doing it all by herself. Her bell-clad tail moved across the hardened earth, the mist from the falls starting to cling to her fur. She had come up here looking for a cave, but right now she was far too taken by the view. That's why it was always worth the climb, because she got to see this. Where else can you look out at the area like a bird? Hardly ever. She would remember this place, probably returning again when she got the itch. It was pretty often that she felt the pulling desire to navigate, it was in her gypsy blood. Staying in one place for too long made her ache, it was a struggle to even stay at Xephyris' side. While they weren't a couple by any means, she enjoyed his friendship and she had made a promise after all. Letting out a bit of a sigh, she flipped her head back to the furry man. "And what of you, Mr. Ganta? Do you plan to see the world?" It seemed so odd to her that wolves didn't have the desire to see anything but their own claimed territories. There was so much more out there than this! She had been to places she couldn't ever imagine, landscapes that twisted and turned, forests held in suspended animation under a frozen lake. It was something she couldn't even picture in her own mind, but now she could because she had been there. How was that not a desire held within everyone? She really didn't get it, but she knew that she would never understand it -- or even begin to. Licking her lips, she stretched her front legs out in front of her. Her bangles clattered around her legs as she did so, and she rested her paws over the edge of the cliff. Her head lifted up as a breeze ruffled her fur, the fresh scent of pine and water filling her nostrils. Ah, this is what she lived for. |
Unless otherwise stated, Giet (Goat the stoat) is always with Jaelle. He is grumpy and mean, and may not always say nice things.