Room 224 - Morning

[provostsdog]

Beka'd naught to complain about. George'd taken good care of her and she'd her own comfortable basket to sleep in. At least, it was when she was dog shaped. Which she'd been for much too long. Twas dangerous to make wishes on an island that abided to the Trickster God's whims. Mayhap she'd not paid enough attention to Aeryn's classes, or she'd have

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[noearsyet]

George was a fairly observant boy. Observant enough to realise when he came back from a shower (and changing his clothes cause he sure wasn't doin' that wit' Beka around) that there wasn't so much a dog in the room anymore.

A Dog, sure.

An' a naked one.

He wasn't sure how he should be commentin' on that.

[provostsdog]

Mayhap, it was best not to.

It all seemed to happen in one moment. George entering, the way he was looking at her and the realization that sommat was amiss.

Then Beka was up off the ground and on George's bed, tugging the sheets up and over her. Right over her head. He'd no need to see her blushing like a looby gixie.

"You did not see that!" she told him. Twere the only words she could think of.

[noearsyet]

"I didn' do nothin'!" he protested. And okay, now that she'd freaked out, he was making a valiant attempt at not snickering.

[provostsdog]

She wasn't freaked out. Merely startled. Honestly.

Which'd be why she was still under the covers.

"Good."

She was staying put.