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Essek watched his partner hover, tail flicking in annoyance and ears oriented entirely towards him. “I believe,” he said, “they call this air jail.”
“I believe,” Caleb said dryly, “you are wasting a spell slot to indulge yourself.”
“Oh, is that not this whole experiment? You wanted to see if the animal-personality spell would turn you into a cat. It did. No one expected otherwise,” Essek teased.
He had to admit, it had turned out very nicely. The ginger of his hair blended nicely into the orange tabby ears, and his tail was a lovely touch of lighter colors mixed into the purples, browns, and reds. This hadn’t been a fashion choice, however.
“I thought it might be more like polymorph and I would get to think like a cat.” Caleb sighed. “But this is still very interesting. I am beginning to understand why Frumpkin did not like air jail.”
Essek dismissed his concentration; Caleb, much like a cat, landed perfectly on his feet. His ears flicked up, which was absolutely adorable.
“You already think like a cat,” he said, watching the cutest tufts of fur reorient themselves.
Caleb sighed. “Just pet me. I can tell you are dying to.”