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Current Date: October 12, 2057
Character: Jessika Sile
Race: Drow – Demi-Goddess of Fight
Age: 72, physically about 25
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
I love our dog, I do. I adore her to bits and when she’s behaved as she is most of the time, she’s the perfect companion. When we go on walks, she’s always looking to find all the birds she can, but she never strays. When we get either to the fields where we let her roam or even the beach, we give her the go-ahead and she just goes right for those very birds.
There are days when it’s a little harder, though. There are no two ways of looking at it, no matter how much we might have trained her and made sure that we take care of her to the best of our abilities, there are days when she’ll be a stubborn one and try for nips at our fingers because we’re in her bubble. It was part of her character when we got her and it’s a rare occurrence. It happens, but it’s very uncommon and I know I’m not the only one who is glad about that.
Once in a blue moon moodiness isn’t worth putting her down. We’re not like that and we’ve yet to be able to really understand what leads to these days. They’re so rare that we can’t really keep track of what might have triggered her or otherwise, so we make the best of these days when they happen.
The rare times these things do happen, I compare her to a turbulent teenager. At this point, I suppose that it isn’t quite right anymore, she’s closer to an adult in age than a teenager but her behaviour during these days makes her seem younger in a way. It might sound strange, but it is how I see it.
The last time it did happen, it was actually, and surprisingly so, short-lived. She started her day on a sour note but, by mid-morning, perhaps near lunch, she was back to being her sweet, darling little self.
At times, I ask myself if things wouldn’t be different if she could talk. Now, I don’t actually want her to talk. I don’t know that I’d be able to wrap my mind around it. I’m sure it could make sense down the road but right this very moment, I don’t need to hear her talk though I do wonder what it would be like if she could.
Would she flip both of us off when she’s feeling moody? Would she tell us to stop pretending like we know her more than we really do? Would she just not talk to us at all one way or another? There are so many ways that this line of thought could head into, I don’t know that any of them would do things justice if words somehow were to be part of her world. I know that she understands our own as we speak to her, but not in the way I understand others when they talk to me.
In her case, it really is more about repetition and the fact that certain words have been indeed repeated again and again and the vocabulary we use with her is limited, in the end. Yes, there are days when I might baby-talk to her some but I very much so doubt that she can understand a word that I’m saying. She understands the tone of voice as being a good thing and one that usually does lead to a treat—or a walk—but I think that this is about it.
I think that my mind could go on for hours trying to imagine what the world would be like if animals could talk—now, I’m aware of shifters and other species out there, but that’s not what this is about. This is really about the feral ones. Birds, rodents, fishes, cats, dogs, horses and everything in between that might be out there. The ones that were studied once upon a time and being shown as having their own high level of intellect in their own way but not so much in a manner that makes them able to have conversations with others of their own species.
I don’t even know where this fascination came from, it must have been from my younger years, it’s always been a thought at the back of my mind, something that’s just there but isn’t really all that important for more than just a passing thought every so often. Something that would make me smile as I would look at the birds, singing their songs, and I’d wonder what they’d be thinking about—I know the answer to that now, of course, but I didn’t back then.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who has these thoughts, really.