Closed RP: Brice goes completely mother-hen.
((Taking place just after Mel ate a magic chocolate and turned human.))
Twoey was the first one to notice Mel. The puppy found the girl against a wall in the common room, looking very... ill. It was weird that the nice girl didn't have the sparkly, happy feeling behind her anymore, but she still smelled good. Or she smelled different. But still good. Twoey wagged her tail and pressed her cold little nose against Mel's hand. When she felt how freakishly hot the girl's skin was, the little dog whined and tilted her head, looking severely troubled. This was bad. Something was wrong. She couldn't deal with this. Who could? Oh yes! Master could! Master could do anything. Twoey yapped a couple of times and then growled, to indicate that something was off.
In a minute or so, Brice turned up to see what the fuss was about.
"What's up, fuzzball?" he asked, kneeling beside Twoey to scratch her behind the ears. "Did Timmy fall down the well?"
She just gave him a look.
"What? Come on, it's funn--" Brice interrupted himself. He had seen Mel. She'd been so small and quiet that he hadn't noticed her at first, which of course made him feel guilty... Again.
There was not a doubt in his mind that this was Mel. She didn't have the oddly sharp look about her that Maia had, but then on the other hand she didn't have the inherent good about her that angels did... What was wrong?
"Mel?" he murmured carefully and put a hand on her forehead. Jesus, she was burning up...
Twoey was the first one to notice Mel. The puppy found the girl against a wall in the common room, looking very... ill. It was weird that the nice girl didn't have the sparkly, happy feeling behind her anymore, but she still smelled good. Or she smelled different. But still good. Twoey wagged her tail and pressed her cold little nose against Mel's hand. When she felt how freakishly hot the girl's skin was, the little dog whined and tilted her head, looking severely troubled. This was bad. Something was wrong. She couldn't deal with this. Who could? Oh yes! Master could! Master could do anything. Twoey yapped a couple of times and then growled, to indicate that something was off.
In a minute or so, Brice turned up to see what the fuss was about.
"What's up, fuzzball?" he asked, kneeling beside Twoey to scratch her behind the ears. "Did Timmy fall down the well?"
She just gave him a look.
"What? Come on, it's funn--" Brice interrupted himself. He had seen Mel. She'd been so small and quiet that he hadn't noticed her at first, which of course made him feel guilty... Again.
There was not a doubt in his mind that this was Mel. She didn't have the oddly sharp look about her that Maia had, but then on the other hand she didn't have the inherent good about her that angels did... What was wrong?
"Mel?" he murmured carefully and put a hand on her forehead. Jesus, she was burning up...