“I’ll go, don’t want you both killing each other on the way. But…. it does mean you’re gonna have to… unless there’s another mechanic close by that can replicate this quickly and easily but I don’t think so…. ummm….” She took a deep breath in, “we’re gonna have to take a trip to my home….”
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Bernon's eyes widened. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
Mike looked back and forth between them sharply. "What's the issue? Where's you home?"
Tanrial ignored Mike, “There’s a blacksmith, very skilled who can replicate it in a few hours easily. If I pull the royalty card he won’t ask questions and won’t say anything… as much as I don’t want to, we have to.” She bit her lip.
"It'll be okay," Bernon said firmly. "We'll get in and out as fast as we can. Anybody tries to stop you, you have us–or me, at least."
Mike folded his arms. "If I'm headed into a dangerous situation, I want to know the details. What kind of risks are we taking here?"
“All you need to know is that if anyone tries to keep me, take me away, you have my permission to kill them. The guards at least. You stay hidden, do not make eye contact or speak with anyone, got it?”
(I have to go for a while so I don’t know if you’ll be here when I get back so if not, I’ll see you tomorrow!)
"So you're not very popular in your home town," Mike said. "Huh. Neither am I. Guess me'n Little Bear will both be watching your back then."
"It's Bernon," Bernon muttered.
"Vernon?"
"Bernon. With a B."
"Right. Whatever. I'm ready to head out as soon as I eat."
(Okay! Goodnight then ^^)
“Great… I guess I should pull out the old clothes…..” She muttered, “I’m not gonna be acting normally, or look the same so just…. go along with it for this to work.”
"Okay, Bernon said. "Just tell us what to do, and we'll do it. I'll go the package and some things from my bags."
Mike got up and took the rabbit off the fire, blowing on it to cool it off. "Gimme a second. Just gotta get rid of this thing."
“Alright. We’ll have to fly or… Bernon to do you think you’re be up for another shift? I can carry Mike so we get there quicker.”
"I can try," Bernon called from upstairs. "I could carry him, if you want."
Tanrial walked upstairs and into her room, trying to find a suitable outfit, “Pretty sure my form is stronger Bernon!” She called back.
"If you say so." Bernon went back to the ground floor and laid some gear on the table. "By the way, if you change form when you're wearing a backpack, does the backpack stay on? I wanna bring a couple things in case of an emergency."
“No, you’re gonna have too carry it in your mouth,” Tanrial came downstairs in an elegant outfit. A sleeveless dress, of blues and patterns of lighter shades in swirls adorned the fabric. She wore sfingerless gloves and a choker of a shooting star. Heels and a long, bliiowing white cape accompanied her, “Luckily clothes don’t rip when you shift.”
Mike took one look and went back to eating. Bernon glanced up and did a double-take.
"Wow," he said. "I mean, uh, that looks nice. Do you think we need to dress up too?…..Or are we good?"
“You both look like guards so it’s fine. I need to keep up the royal look.”
"Oh yeah. Okay. Good, because I don't have anything near that fancy, and I'll bet Mike doesn't, either."
"Nope," Mike said, finishing his meal.
(I gotta go for the evening sadly, seeya tomorrow!)
Tanrial shrugged, “I still have loads from when I left, just in case.”
(See ya tomorrow!)
"I think we'll be fine as guards," Mike replied. "Ready when you are."
“Let’s get this over with…” She muttered and walked outside, quickly shifting when she had enough space.
(Sorry for the wait, I was out of the house this afternoon)
Bernon joined her and turned into a bear, picking up his pack and holding it in his jaws. Mike stood nearby, watching warily. "Where do you want me?"
Tanrial said into Mike’s mind Get on, and hurry up She sat back to allow better access.
He flinched visibly when he heard her speak, and moved stiffly to climb onto her back. "So…you can't talk out loud in animal form, is that right?"
She moved her massive head in a nod, Correct, one of the few downsides to shifting, hold on tight She set off in a sprint, hoping Bernon was following.
He was doing his best to keep up. Mike hung on to Tanrial's mane, and although his voice was steady, the tightness of his grip spoke of hidden tension. "I should say right now, I'm not….racist or whatever, but I'm also not incredibly fond of magic. Especially if it's being used on me. So if you don't mind, let's keep the telepathy for emergencies, all right?"
Deal She left the gates of Mike’s mind, she should teach him to shield them but… if he didn’t like magic then that’s his problem not hers. She started to slow down the run, better to not draw as much attention the closer to the territory they got.