Mittens stares blankly at the light sitting in her palm. What is... this? What is this, what is this, what [i]is[/i] this? Violet flashes like a beacon while Indigo pulses in the spaces between that flare while Green swirls about inside of her eyes, singing the song of reunion and joy. Her fuzzy little ears flicker this way and that; she can just barely still hear crystal song, even though her heart is soft and beating again. Her tiny mewl is piteous. 

She doesn't move, even when Kazelia slumps into the grass and the Cage That Walks starts carrying her away. Flowering vines squeeze themselves ever tighter around her slender frame, crushing her into submission as her Red blazes furiously in her palm. She's not struggling against it at all. She squeaks when her bindings start to crush her, but she just sits there, watching her Light watching her. Ribbons of red light start snaking their way around her waist, down her legs, up her arms. Where they touch her, vines are neatly snipped or burned away. 

She squeezes her eyes shut. She must be the dumbest princess in the history of Hyperborea. What was she doing, giving up when her love was being threatened? What was she doing, sitting there when her precious friends and family were in trouble? What was she doing, trying to quit? Didn't she realize by now how bad at that she was?

She closes her paw around her Red. Adila is here with her, the dragon's strength surging through this fuzzy kitty body. She can still see Kazelia behind her, still so brave and beautiful no matter what Eupheria tries to do to her. Mittens takes a deep breath. She bares her fangs, and she stands up. 

She flexes, and her bindings are no match for the strain. Her back arches and her right leg rises high into the air, flowers and leaves and chains flutter away from her in a little garden storm as she rises into a perfect vertical split. Her left leg tenses and she leaps, flips, and brings her sharp claws crashing through the floor of the cage. She drops through the new hole and goes rolling, rolling, rolling away from her mobile prison, back to where she needs to be right now. Back to Kazelia. 

When she pops up, she quickly snatches the snakerchief out of her mouth and smiles at its tiny squirms of frustration in her hand.

"Here, go bother someone else."

And with the tiniest flicker of mischief on her face, she reaches down and introduces her little friend to Kyouko. Ok! That's that problem solved forever, finally. She sits on the ground, watching the pair of sleeping princesses and huffing to catch her breath. Red gets exhausting pretty quickly when you've gotten used to not using it, ok? Just give her one minute, and she'll pluck these two up and carry them appleward. And then after that she'll--

Eugh. And agh. And yick. How did she get this dirty? Her ears twitch irritably, and she shakes her head once, twice. Bleh. Bleh, she says! Well if no one's watching, and she's catching her breath anyway...

Mittens' rough little tongue sneaks out of her mouth, and she starts licking her paw with barely a hint of shame. Lick, lick, lick! Then she brings it up to her face and rubs down the length, smoothing out her ruffled fur, unmussing her hair, generally setting things back to the way they're supposed to be.

Oh, and not looking up at all. Whyever would she need to?

[Overcome (with Hope, thanks Kazelia): [s]1,[/s] 4, 5 = [b]9[/b]. This is temporary]