fandomtownies | The Gig, Sunday

There were some things that Firekeeper felt she would never truly understand about Fandom. Like how people would wake up wearing shapes that were not their own. At least enough time had passed that it no longer angered her when such things happened. No, this time it was almost funny.

Because, you see, it hadn't been her that had transformed this time, but Blind Seer.

"I feel ridiculous," he grumbled as he trotted over to the barn. How was his mouth even managing human speech, anyway? This made no sense.

"You look ridiculous," Firekeeper offered, trying to hide her smile. She didn't know how long he'd be like this, but she knew it wouldn't be permanent, and that was enough. "Perhaps the horses will be glad to have a playmate who does not have claws today."

Blind Seer just scowled at her. That was not helping.

[...I blame

hoorayimrich. Have errands to run, but shoudl be around late afternoonish.]