OOI: And everything else here is complicated...
Angua leaps through the window and lands neatly, claws clicking on the hardwood floor of her room. The benefit of living at Mrs. Cake's, aside from no one asking certain questions, is that she can leave the window open and not worry about anyone coming in. The most intrepid thief is given pause when he considers a building's inhabitants might well eat him. The risks tend to outweigh the possible gains at that point.
Once out of the moonlight, she resumes her human shape, joints clicking and popping as they change shape and muscles around them reform. She left her clothes in the alley, and by now there's no chance of going back to get them, but that she can deal with. And even though she can never manage to change and keep her clothes, the pendant from the Inn is still there around her neck, cold against her bare skin. She reaches up to touch it, but pulls her hand away quickly, moving quickly to curl up in her bed.
There are a lot of things she could be thinking about. The explosion. The pendant. How Gaspode is there when, according to him, he was locked in the Inn. The thing she can't get her mind off of, though, is Carrot and what he'd said to Gaspode. At least you've got a lady friend. It's hard to figure, with Carrot, the difference between flirting (if he's even capable of that, she has her doubts), and just... being Carrot. It's even harder to figure which of the two she'd prefer.
She drifts off with those thoughts, and wakes up to Mrs. Cake outside her bedroom door, answering a question that hasn't yet been asked.
Once out of the moonlight, she resumes her human shape, joints clicking and popping as they change shape and muscles around them reform. She left her clothes in the alley, and by now there's no chance of going back to get them, but that she can deal with. And even though she can never manage to change and keep her clothes, the pendant from the Inn is still there around her neck, cold against her bare skin. She reaches up to touch it, but pulls her hand away quickly, moving quickly to curl up in her bed.
There are a lot of things she could be thinking about. The explosion. The pendant. How Gaspode is there when, according to him, he was locked in the Inn. The thing she can't get her mind off of, though, is Carrot and what he'd said to Gaspode. At least you've got a lady friend. It's hard to figure, with Carrot, the difference between flirting (if he's even capable of that, she has her doubts), and just... being Carrot. It's even harder to figure which of the two she'd prefer.
She drifts off with those thoughts, and wakes up to Mrs. Cake outside her bedroom door, answering a question that hasn't yet been asked.