Sharing because @sad-scarred-sassy reminded me of a vision I am currently working on
Rhysand skimmed his violet eyes along the room in silent judgment until they landed on Lucien. Elain stood up on her four small legs in attention at his arrival, and in turn, Rhysand did a sudden double take, as if he had just registered her tiny presence in the room.
They focused entirely too long on Elain. Her wide eyes blinked at him. He blinked back in confusion.
Then a nearly feline grin spread across his face. Elain would know, being a cat and all.
Well, well, well. Isn’t this an interesting turn of events?
Rhysands voice entered her mind with a low drawl and laugh.
"Get me out of here! I’ve been turned into a cat. He doesn’t realize—" Her desperate pleading only came out as high-pitched meows.
But Rhysand had turned away from her to lazily look at Lucien, ignoring her chittering. It made Elain tense every muscle in her small body in anticipation. This was it! Rhysand would tell him and he could get Tamlin to shift her back. She would finally be free! She had never thought she would miss her Fae body so much until now.
“I’m here to happily report that Elain has been found," Rhysand told Lucien. The red-haired male straightened his spine, narrowing his eyes at the High Lord of Night.
Elain jumped to the carpet, ready to practically prance around joyfully. She began smoothing her white coat with a quick lick as if in preparation for being transformed back any moment to her normal self.
“She was found elsewhere. She’s back home. Safe and sound.”
“Where? How?” Lucien asked. Thank the gods somebody was able to ask the right questions.
“She was found in Day. Outskirts of the Night Court. Accidentally winnowed herself there. She’ll be fine.” Rhysand did not even bother to look in her direction which infuriated her more.
Elain’s claws instantly unsheathed themselves in anger.
I think this will be good for you. You couldn’t be in better hands than with your mate. I'll check back in...later.
“Is Elain alright?” Lucien's voice was tight but concerned.
“Oh, you know what they say. She’s much like that cat right there," Rhysand jerked his chin at Elain's form. "She lands on her feet wherever she goes.”
You bastard! You bastard. You are going to regret this.
But he wasn’t in her mind anymore, already sauntering to the door. And she couldn’t speak. So everything came out as a low, drawn out hiss.
“Lady, stop it. I’m sorry, she’s never behaved this way before—“
“I’m not particularly a cat person," Rhysand smirked down at her.
It was the way he was looking at her, entirely too pleased. She couldn’t control the way her muscles tensed, her little behind swaying back and forth before she launched herself at his arm. Oh, he’d pay.
