[Seasonal Event] The morning after

When Isla blinked a few times and she still wasn't waking up (i.e. was still a lioness) she finally realised what had happened. Her body was so different, so... not her own, and yet it moved and breathed with her. Only Remi's voice - in her mind, no less - stopped the mounting panic in its tracks, Isla turning amber eyes on the alchemist to watch as he stretched so deliciously (and easily - the bastard). Am... Am I doing this right? She was talking about the telepathy rather than the stretch, but she was trying that out too. Tail flicking claws digging into the ground, Isla might have still been a bit unsteady but she could definitely start to get behind this whole languid feline business. Who said lions can't fly? she inquired, yawning widely and sitting back on her haunches. She wasn't really up for another 'round' either, for lack of better word, but she tilted her head at the mention of having fun. What did you have in mind? I don't... I don't think I know how to change back. This happened while I was aslee-- ah! The nudge with his shoulder sent her flying, the lionness ending up rolling over much like a kitten before she found her feet again. Hey! She laughed, trying for a pounce at him. It could only end well. ISLA pray for me pray to me