Madoka is still getting accustomed to her angelic form, to many wings, to many eyes, she keeps most of them closed and the wings folded tightly against her body as she stumbles from room to room. It feels weird, but not necessarily unpleasant, the sort of heady hot feeling she often gets when she uses to much magic.
She can manage! She can always manage can't she?
Managing becomes a lot harder when the biggest fluffiest little puppy rockets through the hall, bumping into her. A good twenty or so eyes blink open both on an around her as wings flare but she quickly smooths them down with a smile. As if she could get mad at a puppy.
"Hello!" She tilts a gloved hand down to be sniffed. "What are you even doing around here hehe! I didn't know this place had dogs. Wheres your mama dog?"
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Date: 2017-10-17 06:23 pm (UTC)She can manage! She can always manage can't she?
Managing becomes a lot harder when the biggest fluffiest little puppy rockets through the hall, bumping into her. A good twenty or so eyes blink open both on an around her as wings flare but she quickly smooths them down with a smile. As if she could get mad at a puppy.
"Hello!" She tilts a gloved hand down to be sniffed. "What are you even doing around here hehe! I didn't know this place had dogs. Wheres your mama dog?"