"No brushing?" said Machia, sounding genuinely upset and betrayed. "But the whole [i]point [/i]is - [i]mmm![/i] Solutions; change brushes, change biology, overstimulate growth." Her hand moved ominously up along the tail towards the... growth regions. "Sometimes the gap between what I want and the tools available to me feels -" she gripped the base of the tail firmly. "- [i]frustrating[/i]."

She held there, tight and firm for a moment, and then released - and pressed into the base of the spine with two fingers, circling around firmly and absently as her mind wandered. Her legs kicked up a bit, a jog working its way into her system by bits and pieces, irritated energy seeking an outlet.

"Short term forces compliance with reality," she said, bouncing you on her shoulder with her knee-ups, even as her fingers continued their rotation. From this angle you could see the blue light glowing underneath her shirt - glitters of Vade Retro as she jolted back and forth. "Long term - mm. I need to run. I'm going to try and use Vade Retro to keep you stabilized as I go. Tell me more about the tangles as I go."

One ear flicked forwards. The other down, towards you. Her eyes locked onto the future. Her hands gripped the base of your tail and the back of your knees. Her muscles strained as they sought their perfect configuration. The air glittered as it was forced into a perfect configuration. She was an eagle, ready to fly, black rabbit caught in its talons. Three, two...