Scales Off
She didn't really mind the odd feeling she had every time she walked through the hallways. Every creature treated her with only the upmost respect, though some were giving her looks at times. Still, she did not really care. Turning at a corner, she entered the iron doors, stepping into an enormously grand room, with uncountable bookshelves that lined the room. Scores of books filled the shelves, while many more lay scattered on the floor.
She knew she was not alone in this room, with murmurs and nonsensical droning of researchers in the room going on. She walked along the aisles, intent on looking for someone. She was stopped abruptly as a tall robed figure seemingly glided out of one of the aisles in front of her. It was a tall, old, wizened man in a fairly large violet robe with intricate rune symbols placed upon it. The old man noticed her, and smiled warmly.
"Mel, what a nice surprise to see you here."
He closed the book he was looking through in his hands and bent down slightly to her level, stroking her hair.
"Berilion, is Vestrof in?"
She asked ecstatically. The old man peered over his shoulder, before looking back to her.
"Yes, he's over at the last aisle. Don't go pulling his scales again like you did the last time. The imps had to rebuild a quarter of the library because of his flames."
"I know."
She chirped, running over to the last aisle. Berilion, chuckled to himself, before turning back to his research, but once again, he was interrupted, this time, it was someone else. Looking down, Berilion saw the abnormally large eyes of an imp. Normally, he was irritated by imps just waltzing into the library and interrupting his research, but this imp was different.
Being larger than most imps, this imp had a very noticeable scar across its right eye. Imps, being magical creatures, would normally have no scars or injuries that would last very long, however, this imp was no ordinary imp. Even Berilion had to treat it with a certain level of respect, and he knew that this imp did more than to deserve it.
"... Dais. If you're here, that means..."
"Yes. The lord is looking for his daughter."
The imp said with a rather tensed up and high-strung voice.
"I do believe that our lord is rather soft-hearted when it comes to his daughter."
"It would be the same to all creatures, master Berilion."
Berilion winced at that title. Though most imps certain treated the other creatures with high regard and respect, hearing it from Dais, meant one thing. The lord is nearby.
"... It bugs me as to why he does not use the heart to look for her. That is one of the disadvantages of creating a semi-permanent body to reside in, never able to oversee the entire dungeon. Mel is at the last aisle. Tread carefully, Dais. She's with Vestrof."
"Thank you, master Berilion. As for your question, our lord is only doing this to benefit his daughter's well-being."
"I understand that. Oh, if you see the lord, tell him i have something of great importance to discuss with him."
"As you wish."
Dais bowed his tiny head, and scurried off to the last aisle, going after Mel, hoping she would not cause another fuss like before. Berilion turned back to his research, walking along the aisles once more, before he stopped. He sighed, placing the book aside and leaned against one of the shelves. He was getting too old to play with kids. The old warlock shook his head, turning to the door, with the book he had under his arm, wondering what he would eat.
He certainly did not like this arrangement, but he had no other choice. Personally, he would have used the heart to find her, but that in itself is rather troublesome as it would lead to the breakdown in parent to child relationship. Or so one of his warlocks told him. He continued to walk on, till he reached the door to the library.
He didn't really like walking around, and it initially took him quite some time to get adjusted. He was just about to push the doors open, when a terrible roar echoed from within. It didn't take him too long to realize that something was wrong. Barging in, he immediately sensed the commotion from the last aisle.
He rushed over, and his eyes fell upon a sight that should never be done with any other creature. The small girl, the object of his search, was clinging onto one of the scales of a green creature, a dragon, to be exact. The dragon, in particular, did not look too happy about it.
"MEL!"
He shouted. The girl looked over in his direction, and smiled.
"Daddy!"
She waved to him, and the motion caused her to accidently pull off a scale.
".... Uh-oh."