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"Kifain," he replied, ears pinning back as he crawled up onto the end of the bed to sit cross-legged with the plushie in his lap. "Fes slept since yesterday. Kifain being a pain when I woke up." He shrugged faintly, this news obviously not bothering HIM any. "Dunno, maybe needed sleep." He looked up at her then and smiled, tilting his head to the side as his ears pricked up. "Came here 'cause 'Nea doesn't treat me like baby."

"Felt funny before I went to sleep. Still feel funny, but not bad." And it wasn't bad, really... it was just like a nagging sensation in the back of his mind that wouldn't go away. Kind of like a fly buzzing around your head that just wouldn't go away.

One ear flicked idly, as if giving response to that analogy, and Feles looked to Aranea with a slight frown. "Don't feel sick... just feel jumpy today. Nothing wrong, right?"

"Like what?" he started to ask before the pale boy lost what little colour he had in his face and the pink eyes went wide. "N-nea..." he stammered, clutching the plushie tightly. "Don't feel good..." The cat's tail wrapped around his waist tightly, his body huddling in a ball as he clung to the plushie as if it were a lifeline. Something was wrong. REALLY wrong. Both ears were pricked upward and his tail was fluffed as he suddenly got the indescribeable feeling that SOMETHING was going on.

A soft, plaintive mewl left Feles throat as he curled into a ball, shaking on the end of the bed. The moment the glow started to surround him, he let out a shriek, batting at it, trying to claw at it, ANYTHING to make it get OFF of him! "NEA!!" His voice was nearly a wail as he tried to dart away from it, only to collapse in a heap on the bed, gasping for breath as the pain hit. An ear-piercing yowl filled the room as the cat was consumed by the glow, Feles winding himself into a tight ball with his hands curled around his head.

It didn't last too terribly long... but to Feles it seemed to last forever, the cat gasping for breath by the time the light cleared. The tunic he'd been wearing was now shredded and it was hard to determine if it was because of hte change or from his efforts at trying to free himself from the glow that had surrounded him. Where a three-year old had once been, now a teen lay, longer legs curled tightly against his chest and the plumed tail draped over him like a blanket.

His hair had grown, the silken silver trailing down his back and haloing around him on the coverlet in soft waves. The white ears were pinned back, the boy's entire body trembling as he tried to recover.

One hand came up, clinging to hers tightly as the other stayed wrapped around the plushie that was now dwarfed by the boy instead of being nearly the size of his head. He was scared, that much was obvious, and his eyes were still not adjusted from the light that had enveloped him. Feles blinked a few times, trying to get the spots to go away as he looked up at Aranea... who had shrunk?

No... she was saying that he had grown. Looking at his hand covering hers, he could see that it was true, and he slowly and shakily moved to sit up, wincing when he felt his hair fall across his back. Everything seemed so much more intense... from touch to sound to light. "Nea..." he whispered, blinking as he heard his own voice. It was slightly deeper, but still not something anyone would call so. It wasn't as deep as Lupinus' voice, or any of hte Sun Court Fey that he'd heard at the ball that night. Still, it was different to him, and he made a few testing sounds as if making sure it WAS really his. A bewildered look to Aranea followed then, and he seemed to register what she was saying.

The cat's gaze went to the mirror and he slowly slid from the bed, leaving the remnants of his tunic behind as he unsteadily got to his feet and moved to pad over in front of the mirror.

The pointed ears swivelled back at the sound of her moving and Feles turned to watch her approach. He still seemed unsure of himself, but was getting better... the tables weren't taller than he was anymore! And part of him was betting that he could now reach the books on the top shelves of the library. "I... I think I'm alright," he said, forming the words carefully as he got a better grasp of himself. "This is just very strange to me..."

His words trailed off as he turned his head towards the mirror again, looking over every aspect of his new body. It had hurt... but in a way, it was worth it. He wasn't tiny anymore. He wasn't a 'baby' anymore. NOW maybe his Kithain would realise that he didn't need to be coddled.

"Are YOU alright?" he asked in concern, seeing the motion and wondering if this had given Aranea as much of a headache as it seemed to be producing in him. Then he noticed the blush and glanced back at himself in the mirror.

Oh.

Well, that would explain things. What was left of his tunic was on the bed and he was standing here, bare as a newborn. While HE didn't think it was too much of a big deal, he DID remember Youko telling him that most people didn't walk around in the nude. "I... should probably go and find clothes," he said, ears dropping slightly. He didn't know where he WOULD find anything... all of his clothes were for a child. Youko might be able to help, at least. He moved to scoop up the spider plushie again, and what was left of his tunic, then turned back to Aranea with his gaze lowered. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."