You're as cold as ice

*Gitan* · 08-18-2013, 10:34 PM

She was different from many of the other females Gitan was used to. Eyebrows would lift as she spoke. His dark green orbs sizing her up again. Who was this woman? She flashed her tongue across her muzzle and he noticed the ragged edge. Once more he wodered at who this strange female was. His ears perked as she laughed. Then she spoke.

It was his turn to laugh, he was going to correct her when she began to speak again. "Glad I could be of service madame" She swung away and began towards the snow. He lay on the ice watching her progress, a small smile tugging at his muzzle. It was only after she glances back at him that Gitan followed her.

When he reached the snow she was already seated. He rose shakily to his paws, shook out his pelt fluffing it against a biting northern wind.He chuckled at her words. "I am no lord madame,," he said seating himself upon the snow, "in fact there is very little of true interest about me. I was born of two nomadic wolves, my father stuck around long enough to teach us English then left. My mother taught us her own tongue, most likely to spite my father. Motherhood was not kind to her, she longed for the freedom to go where she willed. On the worst nights she used to say to me: 'Vous etait n?e un gitan et comme un gitan tout la terre serait a vous.'" The french tumbled from easily and eloquently from his tongue. "She was telling me that travel was in my blood. I suppose she was right. One day when I was old enough I wandered away from the den and never looked back. I've been many places, seen many thing. But now my dear lady, what about you? Tell me about you."

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