seis

[tomatina]

Characters: Spain (tomatina), open to all
Setting: Floor 13
Format: Will follow accordingly.
Summary: Spain finds something... adorable
Warnings: Cuteness maybe?

Admittedly, Spain found herself lost amidst the confusion when the tower somehow freaked out and ported her back to her world, so she didn't understand what's happening at the current moment.

When she returned, the tower had expanded (yet again), and quickly, she sought out solace in one of the few places she regularly haunts.

It was then a soft cry attracted her attention, and she looked up to see a strange creature fluttering - or struggling to fly - a few inches beside her. It looked like a miniature bull with fairy wings, pale and tiny, and it was crying so pitifully, that Spain held out her hand to try and calm the creature down.

"Shh, chico, don't cry anymore..."

Comments

[tempustemporum]

Hmm. So the animal -- or at least, part of it -- had cultural significance to her. It made sense now why she liked it so much. He sat down next to her and the bullfairy, peering at it. "...I wonder if there's any way we could fix it up..."

[tomatina]

Spain sighed as she continued to pet the little bullfairy on the head. "It sounded hurt, but I can't seem to figure out why," she explained. "It's like it's in constant pain."

[tempustemporum]

"Look at that stitching. It's clearly a very sloppy job." He frowned at the thing, pointing out bits and pieces occasionally as he went on with his miniature lecture. "Whoever made it obviously has no concept of how biology works... you can just see that these wings were added on by someone else, and they probably aren't very good at it; the stitches are uneven and pulling the skin. Imagine what he must have done to the inside of this animal's body."

[tomatina]

She listened quietly and nodded, biting her lip as Ienzo explained the slightly gruesome details about the creature's malformations.

"Is there a way for me, or us, to help it?"

[tempustemporum]

"If there is someone in this tower who knows how to properly graft the wings and reattach the nerves, they might be able to heal it in the infirmary... but otherwise, the best we can do is try to help it regain its body strength so it can walk." He eyed the creature's rather pathetic noodly legs. "Otherwise, any healing we attempt may actually make it worse."

[tomatina]

"I am no doctor, but I could help it regain strength in its legs..." Spain mused over it, lightly scratching the top of the little bullfairy's head. "Do you know anyone here who is a doctor, though?"

[tempustemporum]

He frowned. "Not a... doctor, specifically. But I do know someone who specializes in healing magic. She might be able to help... if only by relieving the pain..."

[tomatina]

Magic... something Spain would never find herself familiar with, thanks to the influence of the England of her world. But, if it meant being able to help a poor creature like this one, she would overcome her dislike for witchcraft for its sake.

"...who is she? Is she reliable? Trustworthy?"

[tempustemporum]

"Yes," he said, immediately. "Her name is Aqua. She's extremely trustworthy." He looked around. "I'll be meeting with her soon... at that point, I can ask about this creature here. Can you take care of it until then?"

[tomatina]

"Of course I will take care of it," Spain nodded, cradling the creature carefully now that it stopped crying.

[tempustemporum]

"...Alright. I will contact Aqua." He looked again at the bullfairy, thinking more about what he had just said -- about the stitching, and the pain it must be in. It was really... unfortunate, for this animal. It couldn't walk, from the total lack of muscle on those legs. And imagine the pain that must go through it, every time it flaps its wings; shoddy wiring of nerve to spine to brain could easily be killing the animal, slowly, as it keeps flying.

"Until then... perhaps you should try working with it to gently build up those legs. It must be hard to support the weight of the head, but it obviously can't keep flying."

[tomatina]

"Thank you, Ieño." The female nation smiled sadly down at the bullfairy, still petting its horns as it looked up at her imploringly with its huge eyes.

"I think I'll name this one Torito."

[tempustemporum]

He regarded the thanks with a silent nod, only speaking when she announced the creature's name. "Torito... what is the meaning of that name? Is there one?"

[tomatina]

Spain's smile brightened a little at the question. "It simply means 'little bull' in Spanish."

[tempustemporum]

"I see." He looks at the bullfairy again. "...Interesting language... perhaps you can teach some of it to me, sometime."

[tomatina]

"It's the language of my people," she elaborated, nodding slightly. "I'll be delighted to teach you, Ieño."

[tempustemporum]

He nodded, looking up at her now. He would never say it, but he was quite pleased with this idea; it gave him work to do, a luxury of which he was sorely lacking in this terribly stagnant tower. For someone who had been accustomed to massive piles of work between tutoring and experiments, six full months of nothing could probably be used as psychological warfare in some countries.

[tomatina]

Spain smiled at him in return. "It's the least I could do to help, since you're helping me with Torito here."