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Cass squeezed tightly, what faint smile she could manage lingering on her face.

"You are an incredibly reassuring person to talk to," she said. "Good luck with your wild life; I will come back and find you when I have things for you."

She let go and backed up, her arms still out for balance as she performed this slightly difficult maneouvre. "And I can't find anything, I'll probably come back anyway."

Her heart was going in great leaps and bounds from happiness. It was really more the people that made it all worth it, not any vague hope of flight. Cassidy waved and started off for the village.

"You take care of yourself!"

Stewart noticed how Zach wasn't too sure what to say about his very goaty looks. Really what could be said? As he reached up to scratch a now furry ear he said "It's pretty ironic isn't it? A priest turning into a goat...The lab techs sure do have a twisted sense of humor." How did he deal with changes? He would of loved to said that he had managed to keep his faith through all that had happened....But after the first change he had figured that god had cast him away for all that he had done in the past. After the pause to collect his thoughts he said "It was hard after the first change. I will admit I almost lost my faith, but then I was walking along the beach and I found this bible washed up on shore. As cheesy as it sounds I swear it was opened up the the Book of Job, then I relised that the lozd was not ignoring me. But that he was testing me just like he had tested Job. See I've decided that the devil has taken the form of the Doctor, and he is doing everything to make us join his side!" Stewart seemed to be filled with a new enthusiasm, even though his theory was pure crap. But it made sense to him and that's all that he really cared about.

Somehow, the voice wasn't completely familiar to Emelyn. Perhaps it was the fact that her ears still held a few droplets of water in them from her earlier 'lake bath'- or it could have even been that the sound of Emer's voice in song was so alien to her. But either way, as the hedgehog-girl made her way through the thick jungle underbrush, bashing her palm against an ear with her head tipped- as if to spill the water out the other side- she didn't feel threatened. After all- who sang so joyously when they were dangerous?

She was surprised, though, when she pushed through the leafy overhangs of a tree to spy... Emerwyn. The last person she might have thought to sing so cheerily.

"Emer?"

"Really well," Emelyn said- the tone in her voice an amalgam of honesty and surprise. "You seem... really well yourself. How are you?" She had never seen the girl so airy, so... unhindered by the fogs of circumstance and emotion that seemed to make her such constant company. To see her like this was new- exciting... and a little puzzling.

Emelyn had obviously noticed the changes. They were so prevalent- and yet, somehow she was completely recognizable. Perhaps it was her poise, the way she spoke- that poetic lilt that came through in everything she said.

Emelyn shook her head- in more amazement. "You look wonderful. So... graceful, I guess the word is." Those long, lean legs, the cloven hooves- even the stretch of her face was, in a way, aristocratic. Only the brow above her eyes looked darker- more frightening- but Emelyn couldn't possibly see this change as a negative thing. Not when Emer seemed so happy.

"It definitely has some amazing ups," Emelyn said, her eyes following Emer's up through the canopy. "Almost makes you forget the downs." But she said it as an afterthought- and not in an unsettled way. It was more- just a filtering of feeling- not unlike that light that poured down on them through the leaves.

"I think Ian is out here, as well," she said, not quite absently, "he said a while ago that he was going to try out the 'wild' for a while."

"Oh. ...Well, I'm glad you saw him. I've been wondering how he's been doing- I've not talked to him since that day he decided to live out here. ...How is he doing?" Her words were carefully chosen, coated in a seeming nonchalance.

"Both?" The word, coupled with that happy daze, was steeped too thickly in meaning for Emelyn to let it lie fallow. "Did something... happen, between you?" She smiled. Beamed, rather. There was just something so sweet at the idea of the deer of the island being together.