01-27-2011, 03:05 PM
Ptitsa was very swithbladed, in a sense of personality. She'd be all nice and same leveled with you and the next she'd be scoulding you like a child! But she'd NEVER get angry, she was relaxed and in some senses suited the Spaniard personality wise, but then there were days when they were poles apart. 'I could teach you in return for your services, you cause me pain, but it was inevitable' he finished with his signature grin. He nodded and spoke to the goat, 'Tasr Casper, belst edir tet fawr?' He had merely asked 'What was up?' He was not only helping a friend but helping a friend-of-a-friend. Despite being a goat. If meant helping someone, it was only his well groomed nature to do what he could, and after all she had given him a services he was not skilled to do, nor would he have the patience and anticipation control either. He moved his ears a bit, careful not to cause pain or screw up Sky's work. After finding he could waggle them without causing a sharp slice of pain. He turned his attention to Sky before asking, 'When did you think you spoke it before?' he, again, added his grin for talent streching.