The raven staggered and nearly plastered himself to the ground to avoid being carried away by the unpredictable gusts, being forced to rethink his stubborn refusal to change shape in front of an audience. Surely everyone else was far too busy to worry about watching him when the storm was still raging around them? A storm that gave him little chance for introspection as lightning struck close enough to send him scampering and nearly bowled him over from the nearness of it. He whipped his head around to check on his companions--
Amalia! he cried out through the bond as the blindness from the lightning flash faded. Hang on! Even as the leopard limped forward the raven dove back, but feathers were shed between heartbeats as the bird stretched and grew into the shape of a slender, long limbed horse who snorted and shook his head against the driving winds and rain. Jigano moved into place on Amalia's uninjured side, using his body to provide a buffer between her and the wind even as he sent a call of: Remi, can you support her right side? to the lion, who was of a better size and gait to actually help her. Together, he hoped, the three of them - and the bagged assassin - could make it back into the clear skies of the Outskirts, moving steadily forward towards the lightening clouds and lessening winds as fast as Amalia's wounded pace would allow.
Amalia! he cried out through the bond as the blindness from the lightning flash faded. Hang on! Even as the leopard limped forward the raven dove back, but feathers were shed between heartbeats as the bird stretched and grew into the shape of a slender, long limbed horse who snorted and shook his head against the driving winds and rain. Jigano moved into place on Amalia's uninjured side, using his body to provide a buffer between her and the wind even as he sent a call of: Remi, can you support her right side? to the lion, who was of a better size and gait to actually help her. Together, he hoped, the three of them - and the bagged assassin - could make it back into the clear skies of the Outskirts, moving steadily forward towards the lightening clouds and lessening winds as fast as Amalia's wounded pace would allow.
