Melou stomps up the stairs to Angela's room and when he enters, the door slams nicely behind him. He places the fox gently enough in the pile with the other toys he acquired the day before and then slumps in a chair, sulking.

If Angela is around, she's got one broody prince on her hands.

Melou follows Angela up to her room in the bar, kitten still on his shoulder, and then holds the door open for her when they arrive.

"Guess you'll have to get used to this again, huh?"

Melou has put the maps away for today, happy enough with what work he did get done on them yesterday before Melehan ruined his mood. But he's not thinking about that right now. He has a date of sorts ( Read more... )