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Posted on March 26, 2015 at 03:18:38 AM by grimbaud

Though much had changed in their lives in recent months - going from street urchins barely feeding themselves to members of a family and residing in a castle - Gisli had not yet outgrown her protectiveness, and likely never would. So, while Grim was fully occupied with whistling to the baby birds and their mother (and by whistling, I mean spitting rather enthusiastically due to her missing teeth), the jaglion's attention was focused almost entirely on the woman and the bear not far from where they stood. It was not often that Gisli encountered a familiar of polar bear size, and though she would do everything in her power to defend her girl until her final breath she did not look forward to a potential altercation with such a powerful beast. But the bear made no movement towards either of them, and the woman she was bonded to did not seem to notice them at first, so Gisli forced herself to relax as much as she was capable. She returned most of her attention, but not all, to her girl, in time to find Grim staring at her with her face all bunched up and her eyes squinted. Gisli sighed, batting gently at Grimbaud with one large paw.

"I can't hear you, Grim, no matter how hard you try. The Ancient Creature, remember?"

"Well maybe if we try super duper duper hard then it will..." she trailed off at her familiar's expression, letting out a little sigh of her own. Then, because it was not in her nature to be down for any length of time, she brightened. "I bet if we asked the creature super duper duper nicely-"

"Look, Grim, a butterfly!"

As she'd known it would, Grim's train of thought - which was dangerous, considering that the girl really would have thought nothing of talking to the monster who'd stolen magic from Shaman - was interrupted immediately by the presence of a large multi-colored butterfly fluttering past. Letting out a squeal of delight that was capable of piercing eardrums in a half-mile radius, Grim hopped up from her bench and set out after the butterfly; she would never touch it, of course, because she knew they didn't like that, but she couldn't resist the chase any more than a cat could have. Gisli started to saunter after when the woman nearby spoke at last. Grim jumped, a small little startle that was barely worth noting, and whirled. Instantly, a grin the size of Shaman spread over her impish little face, her eyes sparkling in joyful greeting.

"Woah, you're super duper duper sneaky!" Grim said, as if that was pretty much the coolest thing possible. "I didn't see you at all and - OHMYGOSHTHATISAFLUFFYBEAR!"

Another squeal and Grim was limping eagerly for the pure white creature, entirely oblivious to the fact such an animal could have gobbled her up in a few bites. Gisli caught her a few steps away, latching on to the back of the young girl's shirt with her teeth, but Grim continued to step (as if she were still walking) with her arms outreached.

"Can I pet him? Is it a him? Are you a him?" the first two questions were directed to Madeline, but just as quickly the focus turned back to the bear and the question was asked to Nanook directly. "I'm a girl, and she's a girl," - she pointed at Madeline, as if Nanook could have somehow missed this aspect of her own companion, before pointing at Gisli - "And she's a girl. So are you a girl?"

"Grim, let them speak!" Gisli mumbled around the cloth in her mouth, and Grim, abandoning her pursuit of the fluffiness, looked back at her and giggled. Gisli rolled her eyes expressively, a long-suffering look on her face. "What did Ciara tell you?"

"What did... OH!" Grim, remembering her adoptive mother's instruction, snapped to attention. She forgot what she was supposed to do with her hand, though, and ended up giving an awkward imitation of the salute she'd seen Tristan and the other guards give in training. She spoke slowly and with great concentration, almost as if she were reading off a script. "Hello, my name is Grimbaud and this is my familiar, Gisli. What is your name?" - And then, because she was Grim and she couldn't help it, she leaned forward to add in a stage-whisper. - "I like your hair, it's real pretty."


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