by Stitch on January 10th, 2010, 9:11 pm
Damien yelped as Nya transformed, the little boy moving almost as fast as the Lady herself, shooting over to the far wall, away from both Stitch and Nya, watching her with his eyes as wide as tea saucers. It was never a look of fear, really, more or less pure and utter amazement at the magic that was taking place in front of him. The look of wonder soon turned into a look of shared pain however, as he watched and winced at her graceful "dance" across the floor. She slipped and slid on the marbles, some of them shooting out from under her paws around the room, some of them simply staying right where they had started, and providing quite the painful surface to dance across.
Stitch held a similar, fascinated look on on his face, his mouth hanging open at her transformation. To him, it was much more majestic, a swirling light show of fantastic forest colors, and an aura that somehow reminded him of a cat. Also similar to Damien, that awed look quickly turned into one of shared pain as he winced and flinched at her bumbling across the floor, her now-massive form somewhat hindering her movement, especially across... were those marbles? Stitch became distracted for just a moment as the objects caught his attention, very dim circles of aura on the floor.
Indeed they were! He loved marbles.
A loud crash and a bang brought him back to the Lady Nya, a chair getting knocked over, and her massive cat-form now reducing back to her human form. He didn't even notice that her clothes were ripped and torn, the small detail escaped him, and it was hard for him to pick out the aura of clothes against the aura of the actual person. Lady Nya could likely walk naked around the blind man, and he would never be able to tell the difference. Unfortunately for Damien, the torn clothing fell just in a way to keep the Lady decent, and she was quick to pull her clothes around her. Mumbling about getting her some clothes, he sulked out of the room, his mumbles now turning into something about "almost getting lucky". Quite the young boy indeed, he had already forgotten about the transformation.
Stitch, now worried for her health, quickly strode over to her, his face filled with worry. "Milady, are you okay? This one didn't mean to scare you so, you see, we have had thieves and beggars break in at night to get some food, Fentya usually feeds them, and this one thought he might have a little fun with the two of them, and this one didn't know it was actually you, and Damen..." The words quickly flowed together as Stitch babbled an explanation, not sure if he should help Nya up, or let her do it herself. He had never really touched a woman before, he had always considered it a bit rude, to do so without permission from the lady herself. He hadn't even given a thought yet to why Nya was in his building so late at night. "Can this one do anything, get you some food, do you need help up? There should be some leftover pork left in cold storage, if you want a bite..."
A knock sounded at the door, and Stitch tilted his head to the side, the stricken look only growing. "More company? Please, one moment, Lady Nya... Help yourself to some pork, if you wish..." Stitch hurried out of the room, through the office, and to the door, completely flustered now. As he slowly opened it, letting the aura of the outside fill his senses, he was relieved to see Abashai standing on the other side. His voice spoke his relief as more words cascaded from his lips. "Oh, Milord, hello. This one is happy to see you; you see, Lady Nya was playing with Damen downstairs, and this one woke up, and this one went down and tried to play a joke, but scared Lady Nya terribly." He shook his head, stepping aside, giving Abashai room to enter.
"This one has had really bad luck recently with you two. Always starting awkward situations. This one apologizes, truly. Would you like some roast pork?" Stitch was of course referring to the Fire Festival, and the events of that night.