Blanket Forts and Pillow Fights

all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies

The mention of the blight made the raccoon pause. A chill ran through his spine. Just as he was about to turn, possibly to shift and add his own thoughts, Aoife was suddenly upon him, crushing his small body. This wasn't a surprise of course, but the raccoon did give a squeak as the air was thrust from his lungs. Flailing beneath the girl but not wanting to hurt or upset her balance, Remi slowly shifted into something much large. Black and grey gave way to gold, and soon Aoife was happily perched atop a very large lion. In her chubby fists were handfuls of his mane, and she kicked eagerly at his sides as she'd been taught more or less to do while riding Isla.

Obliging of course, the lion rose carefully, keeping his body low in case the girl should tumble. Shooting Ronin a look, Remi moved towards his wine glass, lapping at the liquid with a large and barbed tongue.