She was like a whisper; light as air and almost barely there it seemed. The creature-- satyr, Gray swiftly reminded himself with another all over glance of her-- was a wispy sort of thing. Nervous energy pulled together into a flighty looking thing with hooves for feet. But he supposed he couldn't judge too harshly. He had to remind himself frequently to check his own emotions, as they were closely tied to his own transformations. Even now, the dark gray fur was pulling back into his skin to a more "human" amount of hair on his arms, and he could feel how full his mouth was with the fangs that punched down from his gums. With this newfound freedom to take whatever form he chose, instead of being at the whim of his master and being forced to hold that change for sometimes days at a time; it was almost like he didn't know what to do with it.<br/><br/>Her lips were moving and he straightened up at once, leaning in a little with his head cocked to be sure that he was following what she was saying. He had missed the beginning, but her attention seemed to be elsewhere.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"><i>Oh! The bottle!</i> </span>He inspected the glass container of... well, he still wasn't sure, but he knew he didn't want anything to do with it. Even when he tipped it one way or another, the black ooze took its time sliding in the direction of the tilt. It made his stomach turn. He offered it to her instead.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"Here."</span>Gray met her eyes as he spoke. After all, that was the polite thing to do, as Red liked to remind him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> "I don't really wanna know what would've happened if it <i>did</i> break..."</span>He even wiped his hand on his pants once she had taken it, just in case. There was something just sinister about it. What was someone like her doing with something like<i>that</i>anyway?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><i>Good question.</i></span>The voice rang in his head so suddenly, Gray bristled; he hadn't realized that Red had already returned. Behind him, his shadow seemed to grow and stretch, a perfect silhouette of the wolfman's shape in a bold shade of crimson before it developed a black and crooked smile. The shadow spell released, and Red stepped out from behind Gray. Standing at a full head shorter, with pale skin and eyes the color of mulled wine, Red was the complete opposite of their companion. Around their neck was a red hooded cloak with black symbols of archaic magic etched into its hems, and they were otherwise dressed simply with a plain black shirts and pants made for movement and agility.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Who's your friend, Gray?"</span>Red spoke, patting Gray's arm for his attention.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"It's very unusual for you to talk to strangers."</span>Gray gave a little shrug, because in truth, he didn't know. Red laughed a little and folded their arms.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"We've really got to work on your manners, <i>silh." </i></span>The word was old, but spoken affectionately. The Shadowling gave the girl a very warm smile.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Sorry if we startled you, Miss. I hope he wasn't too much trouble. But it's nice to meet a friendlier face around these parts. What's your name?"</span>