"I hope not. In my case a permanent effect would apply to everything, and that would be a bad thing." Fiana said, as she sat down on rug.<br/><br/>"I mean, since you seemed to like them, I'll make sure my spares make an appearance the next time we do this, but a lot of people, a lot of customers at my shop, may not be so unbderstanding. Besides, I'd need to buy an entire new wardrobe... okay, that's not a bad thing as such, but it would cost a lot, especially as I'd have to get a lot of custom tailoring done."<br/><br/>She moved around so she could snuggle back into his grasp. When rug set off, she let herself lean back against him. "I keep a spare set of business clothes at the shop, so I can go straight there. Just drop me off around the back. Okay, Rug?"<br/><br/>One of the front tassles raised up and split it's strands to form an 'OK' symbol.<br/><br/>The flight back was just as spectacular, the day was cold but the sky was almost completely clear and the sun was bright. The mountain peaks had wreaths of mist, and as they left the Welsh hills, the land was laid out in a checkerboard of greens and yellows. As before, they felt only a fraction of the wind resistance that Rug's speed should have produced, and stayed secure on it despite it's most violent evolutions and manoeuvres.<br/><br/>In tens of minutes, it was flying over the business district of the city, and it was a proof of the effectiveness of Rug's chameleon weaving that no-one looked up or pointed. They dropped straight down behind the buildings that held Fiana's lingere shop, like an express lift, and Fiana jumped off, turning to give Chris a deep kiss, which Rug assisted in by raising the surprised wolf to her lips. "Happy Birthday Chris! I had a great time! I'll call later. Bye!"<br/><br/>She headed off to the back door of her shop, crimson and white tipped tail waving like a battle flag as her hips swayed.