Is that really you?
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Professor
11-28-2021, 02:07 AM
Still glaring daggers at Sirius, Io stuck her blue tongue out between her teeth at him rather than spit obscenities. Now she was wet and cold and who knew what that soap was going to smell like on her fur later. She only liked using soaps that she made herself, only... she didn't make soaps anymore. She didn't do much anymore other than fiddle and waste time. That's all she had though, time. Sirius insisted that he was cleaning cobwebs from her ears and Io released a little growl of indignation. "I can hear just fine, thank you!" Like a whirling little banshee, the bony fae pushed from the chamber, leaving puddles of water in her wake. She knew where there was one fire. It was her mother's rule that the fire in the great hall always be kept burning and Artorias held to that rule. A trail of water would lead Sirius to her destination. Unceremoniously, Iolaire threw herself onto the big, bearskin rug in front of the burning fireplace. The warmth soaked into her damp fur and she instantly felt better. No doubt the big dummy would find her sooner or later unless he'd decided to go to bed on his own. With a huff and a bit of muttering, Io curled up in a tight little ball, looking more like a wet rat or sick cat than an actual wolf. "Speech" |
Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.