Given that he’d just waded into the frozen lake to help fish her out, Avery figured it wasn’t too much of a stretch of hope to realize that he wouldn’t mind getting more watermarks on his clothes. His remark about his cab driver helped put things into perspective for her, though. She had wondered what in God’s name had happened and, under normal circumstances, would have been furious about the carelessness, but at present she was more focused on maintaining body heat than anything else. In all the obstacles she’d experienced in life, she’d never been thrown from a cab off a bridge before; perhaps that was another reason for her lack of waspish response.
Truthfully she couldn’t muster up any indignation at the moment either. She was mostly grateful she’d survived and been brought out immediately. “No where that can’t be rescheduled,” she replied, as her teeth chattered. Where in the world had her wand gone off to? “I imagine they’d understand given the circumstances.”
It was a perk given her profession. People were almost as enamored with their pets as they were with their own children. Once Avery established her competence with them and their animals, loyalty was an easy thing to be obtained. With that, came patience when an event - like being ejected from the seat of a cab and subsequently thrown into a nearby frozen lake - happened to occur. “You don’t happen to know any good warmin’ charms do you?” With an apologetic expression, she hesitantly looked up at the man in front of her. The white flutter around her eyes told her that her eyelashes had also turned a silvery-white; with her luck she’d have blue lips, and - if her eyes followed suit - she would be staring at him with a silvery gaze that had sent Marigold hiding under the bed last week.
Truthfully she couldn’t muster up any indignation at the moment either. She was mostly grateful she’d survived and been brought out immediately. “No where that can’t be rescheduled,” she replied, as her teeth chattered. Where in the world had her wand gone off to? “I imagine they’d understand given the circumstances.”
It was a perk given her profession. People were almost as enamored with their pets as they were with their own children. Once Avery established her competence with them and their animals, loyalty was an easy thing to be obtained. With that, came patience when an event - like being ejected from the seat of a cab and subsequently thrown into a nearby frozen lake - happened to occur. “You don’t happen to know any good warmin’ charms do you?” With an apologetic expression, she hesitantly looked up at the man in front of her. The white flutter around her eyes told her that her eyelashes had also turned a silvery-white; with her luck she’d have blue lips, and - if her eyes followed suit - she would be staring at him with a silvery gaze that had sent Marigold hiding under the bed last week.
