Sekani was small enough that his presence barely necessitated a seat at all, but everyone else seemed upset by the riding arrangements. He'd be glad to get cuddly with any of them, even Kyle he supposed, but everyone else was more concerned with personal space and comfort than an enjoyable ride. The thought of an enjoyable ride of course inspired other images in him, especially given that he was facing a trio of ladies who could inspire such thoughts in even the most devout of men.<strong>"If you'd like there's room over here now,"</strong>he said to no one in particular. Not that he necessarily got any takers.<br/><br/>Then came the bump in the road. Or rather the tree fallen across the road.<strong>"Don't worry, I can take care of it."</strong>The statement hardly made much sense, given that he was the smallest of all of them, but nevertheless he seemed adamant to attempt this feat, and solo no less. He began the ritual that would call his eidolon from its home plane, drawing from dreams primal and frightening. The beast which surrounded him as if superimposed upon his person was a fearsome visage, horned and striped, a vicious sample of what could have become of his own race. That's all it was though, a mask. It surely made a difference, though. As he rose in new form, he chanted some words and made subtle gesture which grew him to tremendous size! Not so little after all, though his lean frame was almost devoid of muscle he had little trouble moving the tree (1400 pound lift capacity). At worst case, if necessary he could slice it into pieces with his sharp claws.