One thing the kitten noticed right away, is that the counter balance of the tail made her movements seem more graceful, and perhaps a bit more pronounced. Panting a bit though after just a little bit of exertion was not amazing, she was going to have to get something that fixed that for her, keeping her cool even with the light coating of fur along her body. However, now was not the time to be trying to figure all of this up. Reaching into her pack, Riska would pull her flying carpet out, and unfold it upon the ground easily enough. Then with a flourish the young woman would settle cross legged upon the cloth, quickly rising into the air and through the canopy.<br/><br/>Out into good clean air high above the canopy she went, much like a bird flying into the wind, the young woman would set her direction back towards civilization. Things were probably going to get real interesting when she returned to the town she'd left around a week or so ago. Thinking about it, she was probably going to have to try and hide and find some clothing. Something simple, so that she could buy some new things, cause the gods know her new form was going to cause trouble with such things. While Riska had always been of the mindset that clothing is restrictive to her movements, not wearing anything could get somewhat annoying.<br/><br/>Like this sitting cross legged on a flying carpet, geeze what had she been thinking? Moving to lay down sideways, still keeping an eye upon the direction she was going, the small kitten would get comfortable for the long journey. If she kept going only to sleep when needed, hopefully she'd be back in town with in a few days. It was a little difficult to know exact distances with where she'd been, but at least she knew the direction in which she was going easily enough.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/uzSxC0G.jpg)</div></div>