The early hours of morning just as the colors of dawn were fading were some of Sheyleighs favorite's. This mornings dawn brought special delights. Even after a somewhat sleepless night spent fretting over Alex as he tossed and turned in his sleep in the throes of a nightmare, She was alert and excited this morning.
Slipping quietly from the edge of the lower bunk where she had finally slept in her fox form, curled under the tigermans chin purring soothingly to ease his dreams she shimmered back to her woman form and creeped to the cabinets across the wagon. An anxious glance tossed over her sholder to the sleeping man, oh he had been so warm and soft to sleep against!, as the hinges of the cabinet creaked open.
Great care was taken in the selection of clothing, a soft white blouse of silk specialy fashioned to tie over the back of her neck and wings topped with a matching vest of quilted rabbit hide, and a long teired skirt of autumn hued velvets, each as soft as kitten fur. She really wished to make a good impression on Azure when Alex brought her home to meet her.
Forgoing her normal bath in the stream siding the campsite the foxling contented herself with a wash from the chilly water poured from cistern to the basin in the countertop dressing swiftly and quietly before taking out the little barizer she used for cooking and lighting the gas jet that would heat the stones inside to provide a nice even heat. A pan was set to heat on the braizers grill, and ingredents selected from the bins and cabinets under the counter, Eggs fragrent herbs, a bit of precious butter and a few slivers of the hard garlic sausage that the foxling loved so well. All mixed into the pan to form a soft fluffy ommlette while Sheyleigh waited for Alex to wake.
Slipping quietly from the edge of the lower bunk where she had finally slept in her fox form, curled under the tigermans chin purring soothingly to ease his dreams she shimmered back to her woman form and creeped to the cabinets across the wagon. An anxious glance tossed over her sholder to the sleeping man, oh he had been so warm and soft to sleep against!, as the hinges of the cabinet creaked open.
Great care was taken in the selection of clothing, a soft white blouse of silk specialy fashioned to tie over the back of her neck and wings topped with a matching vest of quilted rabbit hide, and a long teired skirt of autumn hued velvets, each as soft as kitten fur. She really wished to make a good impression on Azure when Alex brought her home to meet her.
Forgoing her normal bath in the stream siding the campsite the foxling contented herself with a wash from the chilly water poured from cistern to the basin in the countertop dressing swiftly and quietly before taking out the little barizer she used for cooking and lighting the gas jet that would heat the stones inside to provide a nice even heat. A pan was set to heat on the braizers grill, and ingredents selected from the bins and cabinets under the counter, Eggs fragrent herbs, a bit of precious butter and a few slivers of the hard garlic sausage that the foxling loved so well. All mixed into the pan to form a soft fluffy ommlette while Sheyleigh waited for Alex to wake.