Peeking her head into each bookshop took some time, but Penelo was unsure which of the little storefronts Larsa had ducked into. She wore a cloak to keep herself from the rain, and to disguise the pretty, multipointed halo that had settled herself upon her head, and the fluffy white wings she had folded up nicely. When Penelo entered another small shop, she found the little child flipping through the book, and her heart stopped.
This had to be one of the most precious, adorable children that had ever set foot on this green earth. Her breath caught and it took several moments of grinning like a fool before she could bring herself to speak.
The boy had been transformed into a Cavalier Puppy, the ears cleverly blending into his own hair. He was so small in the tall chair, his feet barely reaching the end of the seat let alone anywhere near the floor.
At his name, the boy perked and his tail wagged eagerly. He cocked his head the way puppies were wont to do. "Yes?" He looked at the young woman before glancing at his journal. "You must be Lady Penelo." Politely he offered his hand as he was taught, before frowning.
"I apologise for my current condition and the fact I cannot properly shake your hand." Larsa looked at his 'paws', pouting. "They're a bit of an inconvenience."
With a bit of a struggle he hopped off the chair. The child was six years of age, precocious and bright yet tiny in height. He looked up at Penelo. "Thank you for your concern on my whereabouts. It is usually the task of my Guardian but I am having trouble locating him."
It took all of Penelo's self control to not shriek in sheer delight and sweep the tiny pup off of his feet and drown the poor thing in kisses. Was his tail wagging? Oh, God, Oh, God, Penelo, you can do this. Don't start squealing. Don't...
Oh, God, he had paws for hands.
Penelo near bit a hole into the side of her mouth to keep from cooing audibly as she knelt to his height.
"That's me!" She chirped, "Don't you worry. I'll take you to where your guardian is. No one will harm the littlest Solidor here!"
He continued to look up at her, mildly perplexed but pleased she seemed to have good intentions. "I am sorry I do not know you too well. I usually know the names of those who aid me around the Palace."
The little Solidor walked alongside her, slipping his paw into her hand. "Where are we going? A Consulate?"
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This had to be one of the most precious, adorable children that had ever set foot on this green earth. Her breath caught and it took several moments of grinning like a fool before she could bring herself to speak.
"Larsa? Are you alright?"
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At his name, the boy perked and his tail wagged eagerly. He cocked his head the way puppies were wont to do.
"Yes?" He looked at the young woman before glancing at his journal. "You must be Lady Penelo." Politely he offered his hand as he was taught, before frowning.
"I apologise for my current condition and the fact I cannot properly shake your hand." Larsa looked at his 'paws', pouting. "They're a bit of an inconvenience."
With a bit of a struggle he hopped off the chair. The child was six years of age, precocious and bright yet tiny in height. He looked up at Penelo.
"Thank you for your concern on my whereabouts. It is usually the task of my Guardian but I am having trouble locating him."
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Oh, God, he had paws for hands.
Penelo near bit a hole into the side of her mouth to keep from cooing audibly as she knelt to his height.
"That's me!" She chirped, "Don't you worry. I'll take you to where your guardian is. No one will harm the littlest Solidor here!"
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"I am sorry I do not know you too well. I usually know the names of those who aid me around the Palace."
The little Solidor walked alongside her, slipping his paw into her hand.
"Where are we going? A Consulate?"
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