<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Isis would linger where she was, happy that Tabetha was coming to eye level to either to pet her or whatever, yet when she took her chin and held her in place, Isis would stare back almost in a blank stare waiting for orders. Soon, the woman's voice reach as honey entered her thoughts and she once more found herself widen her eyes, blinking once before glancing to the right of her. She felt as if she smelt something burning and when she look her eyes caught sight of a blazing red, yellow, and orange and immediately rolling on the ground in the stop drop and roll fashion. "Oh oh oh oh" Poured from her parched lips as she continued to roll about, "H..help...someone help me get this out!" She nearly screamed continuing the rolling motion to get the flames off. Would anyone help her?<br/><br/><br/>Ophellia was happy to hear Tabetha attempting to help Isis, maybe the girl wasn't such a bitch after all. Yet her joy was swiftly taken from her when soon she'd join in and cause the poor girl Isis pain, and she found herself frowning. However, what could she do, she would be lying if she said she didn't want to laugh but then she was raised in the light of virtue by her father while her mother taught her to not be reckless the way she had been when she was her age. Turning to her brother she'd nudge him attempting to get him to help out Isis for Ophellia was afraid she'd mess something out with the girl's mind and make it worse. She knew her brother would know her look as if it was his own and it wasn't too long before her soft violet eyes shifted over to Shea to see how he was taking it. Did she really want to get involved, apparently not.</span>