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2nd spell ~ [accidental public video]
Sep. 15th, 2017 05:22 pm[When the feed comes on, it's clearly in the middle of a minor...situation. Mal's TC is on the table, she's bent over a wad of fresh towels, working on something, and her hair is hanging around her face in heavy, wet curls gone deep violet with water. In the background, Julie's voice can be heard, laughing and admonishing at the same time.]
You're supposed to hate cats, Mary! Honestly, what kind of guard dog are you?
[Mal ignores the voice, but abruptly busts out laughing as the dog tries to hop in her lap and nose at the towels on the table. She's clearly focused on nosing and digging at the little pile of terrycloth fabric--is she licking the towels?
Nope, she's licking the fuzzy thing that's suddenly poking out of the pile of towels: a tiny black kitten that mewls in protest at having its face licked. As it is, he's already pretty wet, his face in particular. Though now clean and getting dry, the poor little stray's eyes are swollen, clearly the result of some kind of infection. Not only has Mal been trying to clean and treat his eyes, but when she moves the towels a little, her spellbook is visible--clearly, she's also been trying to find, one would imagine, a healing spell of some sort.]
Mary! Trust me, I think I can handle a tiny little kitten.
[Hoisting up the three legged pup, Mal grins at her as she holds her eye level.]
Maybe you should go remind your mom that when I said she should chill out while she was working on the pipes? I didn't mean literally.
[With a laugh and a good natured smile over her shoulder at Julie, Mal sets Mary Cassatt back on the floor before returning her attention to the wet, towel wrapped kitten still half facing the TC, half facing Mal. With a thoughtful frown, she rests her chin in her hand, stretching out the other to grab a corner of towel to start trying to rub the kitten's little head drier.]
I need to figure out something to call you while I find a healing spell, little kit. You don't happen to know what that should be, do you?
[The kitten squeaks out another little maow!, making Mal chuckle with a sigh.]
Right. Didn't think so.
You're supposed to hate cats, Mary! Honestly, what kind of guard dog are you?
[Mal ignores the voice, but abruptly busts out laughing as the dog tries to hop in her lap and nose at the towels on the table. She's clearly focused on nosing and digging at the little pile of terrycloth fabric--is she licking the towels?
Nope, she's licking the fuzzy thing that's suddenly poking out of the pile of towels: a tiny black kitten that mewls in protest at having its face licked. As it is, he's already pretty wet, his face in particular. Though now clean and getting dry, the poor little stray's eyes are swollen, clearly the result of some kind of infection. Not only has Mal been trying to clean and treat his eyes, but when she moves the towels a little, her spellbook is visible--clearly, she's also been trying to find, one would imagine, a healing spell of some sort.]
Mary! Trust me, I think I can handle a tiny little kitten.
[Hoisting up the three legged pup, Mal grins at her as she holds her eye level.]
Maybe you should go remind your mom that when I said she should chill out while she was working on the pipes? I didn't mean literally.
[With a laugh and a good natured smile over her shoulder at Julie, Mal sets Mary Cassatt back on the floor before returning her attention to the wet, towel wrapped kitten still half facing the TC, half facing Mal. With a thoughtful frown, she rests her chin in her hand, stretching out the other to grab a corner of towel to start trying to rub the kitten's little head drier.]
I need to figure out something to call you while I find a healing spell, little kit. You don't happen to know what that should be, do you?
[The kitten squeaks out another little maow!, making Mal chuckle with a sigh.]
Right. Didn't think so.
