The Twenty Fourth Trial

[hot_mess_express]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 51, Morning
Where: Trialspace

[This evening's Trial takes place in a comfy, cosy diner; it's very #aesthetic. On the counter are platters of fresh, warm pastries, and mugs of your hot beverage of choice.]

Comments

[featherbeaned]

[ That is so cool. ]

I can shapeshift, too! And get smaller. [ She shrinks down to the size of a house cat, then to a dormouse, then back up to around the size of a labrador before she bounces over to sprawl on Flare's lap. ]

[daydreamshimmer]

I am thinking that would have been good to know before, but I guess I can deal with this for now.

At least it is not hard to change back to normal.

I am now sitting here with a dra-GH-on in my lap. [Because heavy dragon, oof.]

[....okay, she's petting though.] And petting feathers.

[featherbeaned]

Didn't think 'bout it until you shifted! [ Oops. ]

[ Wiggles some to get comfy and settled, her soft, fluffy feathers poofing up some.]

Behind the ears, get behind the ears.

[daydreamshimmer]

You were almost as big as me, how can you forget?

I am scratching the dragon Meridian behind the ears.

[Scratch scratch]

[featherbeaned]

So? [ There's nothing wrong with a bit of squishing between friends. ]

[ ... maybe a prey creature would not enjoy being squished by a dragon ... ]

[ OH WELL. Scritches are distracting. Leans sharply into them, eyes going lidded and the faintest hint of a purr kicking up in her chest. ]

[daydreamshimmer]

So it's not really a lap to be squishing.

[Also, yes, that. She actually has context of dragons Being A Thing that Eat Ponies.]

I am also still scratching as a dragon purrs in my lap.]

[featherbeaned]

Hm. Probably not, s'true.

[ Pats Flare on the head. ]

[ ... With her highly flexible tail. Pat pat. Pat.

[daydreamshimmer]

[...listen, pony tails can be used to kind of grab things sometimes, IT'S NOT THAT WEIRD.]

And I am not fond of being squished.

I am now being petted.