Errand: What's the matter? Ferrahn: . . . Errand: You've been a bit strange lately. Ferrahn: Oh? Errand: Is it because Silren wants to change bodies?

Ferrahn: Why should that affect me? Errand: You'll be losing your favourite cushion. Ferrahn: . . . Errand: Do you think you'll want a big body too? Ferrahn: I like this one. Errand: Oh.

Ferrahn: You want a new one? Errand: ...no. I like mine too. Ferrahn: What's so good about yours? Errand: . . . I like being small. I get to sit on Razkil's lap... And I can go everywhere with him.

Ferrahn: Not everyone is happy small, I suppose. Errand: I guess not.

Errand: There there, Ferrahn. I'm sure you'll find someone else to be your cushion. Ferrahn: *soft hiss* Errand: Evien and Luthien will get their bodies soon. Ferrahn: Those two idiots annoy me. Errand: Well, maybe Seph can find you a new cushion. Ferrahn: I don't need a cushion! *hiss* Errand: You sure act like you do. =P

Errand: Look, I'm going to go look for Razkil and Silren. Want to come along? Ferrahn: No. Errand: You're going to have Razkil wonder what is wrong soon. Ferrahn: Then you can tell him that nothing is wrong when he asks. *snarl* Errand: Right.

After a few moments.

Luthien: So nothing is wrong? *purrs* Ferrahn: Shut up. Luthien: That mouse called Silren a cushion. I like that. Ferrahn: . . . Luthien: I do agree. Don't you? Ferrahn: *hiss* Luthien: Surely he doesn't mean much more to you. Does he? Ferrahn: All right, enough already!! Luthien: *laughs*

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