by Brigid Plunder » Wed Dec 24, 2014 12:14 am
Brigid tries to follow what Steph is saying, even mirroring the motions. For a moment, she seems to be succeeding, and her ears start to shrink back in. Then they stop a good deal short of human and hold there for a tense moment as she tries to steady her breathing.
Alas, it is not to last and they push back out worse than they were before. A series of pops goes through Brigid's joints and up her back in sequence as her clothes pull up comically short on a frame that's just lurched a foot upwards.
She flexes now-clawed hands in frustration, newly sprouted sparse red hair evident on her bared wrists and calves.
"...crap," she mutters.