Post by Angel on Mar 15, 2020 5:52:24 GMT
Angel dropped down to her haunches alongside the chair. Her face relaxing into a relieved smile as the threat to Anna passed. After giving her support, both figurative and literally to the Princess, the dog had trotted back and forth before the chair for a few seconds. Peering skyward at those gathered, tail wagging in appreciation for their help. As the band struck up their song again, the dog returned to her charge's side. Her fluffy tail softly wagging against the side of her own blue tented thigh.
While she had stated that the second anything happened it would be right back to the castle, she relented on the hastiness of such a decision. The music having perked her ears and Anna's fingers found a welcoming pet just at the spot where one of her floppy ears met the crown of her head. Angel had never been an openly touchy dog. Really, only Darling, Jim, and Jim Jr had been allowed to stroke her, hold her....or crush her as in the younger one's case. However, the Arendelle royal sisters had made a great exception to that rule. Anna would find the fur atop Angel's head soft and silky to the touch.
Those two big, floppy ears went backwards when Anna's offer reached them, but she perked them back up just as quick. Her smile waned slightly, and she tilted her head marginally to cast those blue eyes over at the Princess. She had not expected to be rewarded in anyway, and she rolled her eyes playfully at the thought. She was just doing her job after-all. She opened her mouth to kindly refuse any such offer...but stopped. Her eyebrows dropping and mouth turning into a thin line as a thought suddenly erupted into her mind.
She knew that Anna was referring to a treat or snack of some sort. Something quick and easy. Perhaps a bribe to keep Angel from admitting what had happened to the Queen. Not that the Pomeranian was enough of a gossiper to do such unless she felt it was imperative. Angel turned her head in the direction of the street for a few seconds. Her tail going still against the curves of her back and haunches as she thought over her sudden revelation. It was walking on thin ice, and she didn't want to do anything that could jeopardize the fragile strings of her new relationship. Yet she stood to gain too much to resist.
“Well...there is something,” Her tone was soft, thoughtful. Her head quickly tilted back up, making the one ear that seemingly remained folded stand up at an odd angle. “There's this dog. He's a bit of a mutt. He and I, well, we really like one another. Okay, like is an understatement,”
She glanced away fro a quick second. As if looking to be sure no one else was listening. The tip of her tail flicked against her own thigh. Tapping the lightning bolt streak of blue fur. As she spoke, she could feel her heartbeat increasing and a slight hint of unease enter her words.
“He's very special to me. In ways I can not even start to explain. He saved me from the streets, and from myself. When the war started, we were separated. Then, after our adventure with the supply wagon, he found me. I know we're not supposed to fraternize with others outside the army. But I would really like if...maybe you could set it up so that he and I could meet now and again at the castle? Just on the side?”
She gave the princess a flutter of eyelashes and the ends of her mouth turned up in a hopeful smile. Both of those triangular ears tipped forward, and she found herself almost biting her tongue before admitting in the tineist of voices:
"Oh uh...and he might be a
a...
...Gilded Wing."