08-06-2009, 06:36 PM
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[wc: 300+.sorry! had to run to the cottage last-minute.]~
She heard the larger male talking easily about something, although the meaning was beyond her. Eventually her eyes found the marking over his, the large sun contrasting with his ebony fur in an altogether pleasing way. She was so distracted by his appearance, however, that it took a few seconds for Ghita to realize that not only was he staring at her, but her sister was too. Embarrassment crept through her silver-tipped fur, and her cranium dropped microscopically, her turquoise eyes finally drawn away from him. She opened her mouth to explain herself, but she didn't have the words, or the grace, to ask just what he was, beyond a wolf.
Hearing the name repeated, she nodded her head, a smile beginning to form across her muzzle. "Jahz-pehr, si?." One could almost see her whole body working at the name, trying to get it the way that he said it, without the heavy Italian accent. Frustration rankled her throughout, exhibited in a sigh that hissed through her lungs. Maybe it would've been easier if she was mute, to save herself the aggravation and embarrassment in her sister's pack. What pack leader would even want a sister who couldn't speak their language? She was unfamiliar in this region, and it showed.
Whatever her emotion was beforehand, it did a total one-eighty as the introduction hit her ears. She watched Jazper bow to her, flattered by the gesture, before she mimicked him, her eyes sparkling nearly as bright as they did when she was happiest. "Grazie! Lei è molto gentile." After her speech, she turned her eyes to her sister, asking her silently to translate. What wasn't shown was a newly kindled determination to learn this language, so that she would no longer rely on her sister to communicate.
Nodding towards Savina, she finally grasped at the meaning behind the previous speech. "Jazper Cavaliere è." However, the continuation of the Anglicized conversation set her off slightly, so she sat on her haunches, waiting patiently. Her claws reached the soil and continued the design, waiting for Italian or Jazper's speech to reach her ears. When it did, her attention was unwavering. Listening to her niece's condition solemnly, she nodded at all the right places. "Speriamo che posso essere di qualche aiuto a lei." Her mind was already racing ahead of herself, wondering if the Italian aunt could even form a bond with any of the pups. The nod was not lost on her, however. She winced appreciatively, communicating with her eyes that she'd do her best to help them. And finally, she returned the nod, a smile playing on her face as her fate was sealed. "Fun to see again, everyone!" She attempted more English, searching the faces of her companions for feedback.
[wc: 300+.sorry! had to run to the cottage last-minute.]~
She heard the larger male talking easily about something, although the meaning was beyond her. Eventually her eyes found the marking over his, the large sun contrasting with his ebony fur in an altogether pleasing way. She was so distracted by his appearance, however, that it took a few seconds for Ghita to realize that not only was he staring at her, but her sister was too. Embarrassment crept through her silver-tipped fur, and her cranium dropped microscopically, her turquoise eyes finally drawn away from him. She opened her mouth to explain herself, but she didn't have the words, or the grace, to ask just what he was, beyond a wolf.
Hearing the name repeated, she nodded her head, a smile beginning to form across her muzzle. "Jahz-pehr, si?." One could almost see her whole body working at the name, trying to get it the way that he said it, without the heavy Italian accent. Frustration rankled her throughout, exhibited in a sigh that hissed through her lungs. Maybe it would've been easier if she was mute, to save herself the aggravation and embarrassment in her sister's pack. What pack leader would even want a sister who couldn't speak their language? She was unfamiliar in this region, and it showed.
Whatever her emotion was beforehand, it did a total one-eighty as the introduction hit her ears. She watched Jazper bow to her, flattered by the gesture, before she mimicked him, her eyes sparkling nearly as bright as they did when she was happiest. "Grazie! Lei è molto gentile." After her speech, she turned her eyes to her sister, asking her silently to translate. What wasn't shown was a newly kindled determination to learn this language, so that she would no longer rely on her sister to communicate.
Nodding towards Savina, she finally grasped at the meaning behind the previous speech. "Jazper Cavaliere è." However, the continuation of the Anglicized conversation set her off slightly, so she sat on her haunches, waiting patiently. Her claws reached the soil and continued the design, waiting for Italian or Jazper's speech to reach her ears. When it did, her attention was unwavering. Listening to her niece's condition solemnly, she nodded at all the right places. "Speriamo che posso essere di qualche aiuto a lei." Her mind was already racing ahead of herself, wondering if the Italian aunt could even form a bond with any of the pups. The nod was not lost on her, however. She winced appreciatively, communicating with her eyes that she'd do her best to help them. And finally, she returned the nod, a smile playing on her face as her fate was sealed. "Fun to see again, everyone!" She attempted more English, searching the faces of her companions for feedback.