Room 224 - Morning
Beka'd naught to complain about. George'd taken good care of her and she'd her own comfortable basket to sleep in. At least, it was when she was dog shaped. Which she'd been for much too long. Twas dangerous to make wishes on an island that abided to the Trickster God's whims. Mayhap she'd not paid enough attention to Aeryn's classes, or she'd have known that one embarrassing rule that came with changing into an animal.
She'd remember well enough in no time. As soon as she figured out why the once comfortable sleeping spot wasn't so much anymore. "Pox," she swore as she woke up, shifting to find a better spot. And then she noticed how the words had been words and not a growl.
Was she? She held up a hand and smiled when it wasn't a furry paw but a real hand with fingers. She could wriggle them too.
Now there was just the one thing to notice. Sorry, George.
[For the once and future Rogue. Room modded with permission.]
She'd remember well enough in no time. As soon as she figured out why the once comfortable sleeping spot wasn't so much anymore. "Pox," she swore as she woke up, shifting to find a better spot. And then she noticed how the words had been words and not a growl.
Was she? She held up a hand and smiled when it wasn't a furry paw but a real hand with fingers. She could wriggle them too.
Now there was just the one thing to notice. Sorry, George.
[For the once and future Rogue. Room modded with permission.]