Of Parties and Potions

Of Parties and Potions - Part 4

After many a scratch, pinch, and bite, Blythe managed to dump all of the lobsters into a bathtub, drop the lizards into a large box, and shoo the birds into the adjoining room. She could only hope each of the same species wouldn't hurt another- or try to mate. That would be embarrassing after they became human again. If they became human again.

She couldn't think about that now. There was one last task to protect the rest of the party-goers from themselves and it was shaping up to be the most difficult. Herding cats was like... herding cats. Painful, frustrating, and nearly impossible. As she dropped what she hoped was the last one into a room already beginning to make her nose itch, one darted between her legs.

Blythe growled after it, then cleared her throat. So the effects of the drink hadn't quite worn off. What good was her enhanced metabolism, anyway? She ran after the cat while a part of her subconscious tried to force her down on all fours. She caught up with it when it skidded in a u-turn to follow a small grey shape.

Tell me that isn't...

As the cat pounced, she leaped. Wrestling the tabby around until she was glaring into its eyes and hoping it wouldn't claw her too much, she told it, "Drop it! I mean, him! Spit your sentinel out right this minute!"

This cat had to be exactly the one she guessed it to be. Only Adair could manage to look that sheepish in animal form. Through their link she could sense annoyance, then confusion, then recognition. She kicked herself for not thinking about their bond earlier. If nothing else, she could have tracked down these two fools first.

In her head his voice sounded as contrite as she expected. -Blade? Why are you so big?-

She gave him a quick hug followed by a sneeze before placing him down on the ground. Thank the Creators, at least Adair was starting to think like a person again. "Someone spiked the punch with weaving. Everyone's their costume."

-But you're okay... Oh, healer's healing, right?-

She nodded. This also explained why Adair was returning to normal thinking patterns. Her healing extended to the other two through the bond they shared.

The mouse climbed up her leg to sit on her thigh. -Impossible. Weaving does not work in that manner.-

Blythe shrugged. "You're the Weavers, not me."

When Adair lifted a paw, she swatted it away before he could swat Etri. "Knock if off, Addy. We're going to need Etch's help."

Etri scampered up her sleeve to reach the safety of her shoulder. -What do you have in mind?-

She leaned over to scratch Adair behind the ears. "I may not know weaving like you do, but I know a thing or two about antidotes. And the perfect way to brew up this concoction. First we find the punch bowl."

-Then what?- Adair asked as he purred and rubbed against her hand.

"Then we figure out how to get you back to normal. You're both cute and all, but fur make me sneeze."

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"But you know what? Honestly it just feels right! Heck, I wouldn't mind if I stayed this way!" Sol prattled on as Blythe placed a pot of water on his stove top. It figured he was the only one affected who could still speak aloud.

"That's nice," Blythe muttered as she tried to figure out what knob would increase the heat. There was no way she wanted to turn any of his knobs. "Um... Could you maybe make this a little bit hotter?"