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A soft snort of confirmation. "Yes, in a sense. But she fights more than one beast." A seemingly smile to Cymarron, though no actually there it could be heard in the voice. "Yes, even though we can't directly help...we're still near by."

"Congratulations Nelphean...you're the first to associate humming and song to her." If she was anything like her mother, he knew she would take to the newly associated aspect. Aurahkah loved music, seemed Ecara did as well.

She had no idea what he was saying, but it sounded pretty. Not understanding the words, all she could do was hum. Ecara liked what her sensitive ears were hearing and felt compelled to help the sound.

Nelphean stopped singing, and allowed Ecara to hold the tune on her own. He smiled very warmly, and sat backwards, and watched the child's innocence. Nelphean felt very... good.

She let herself finish out the predetermined tune she had been given then let it trail off and blinked at him, then smiled, exposing the points of small almost harmless fangs. "Ecara likes it..."

He laughed slightly. "How many times must we go through it? When you're talking about yourself, it's "I", not "Ecara"."

Nailah went out and stood before the crowd apologizing to them. She then began to hand out the free drinks. She was going to have to be a bit more careful next time. But she had Cym's daggers and she really didn't think he'd mind if she used them to kill a b*****d who didn't deserve to live anyway. The men laughed when she walked by and nodded in approval at her red cheek. They felt seh had been justly punished and there was no way in hell they would say no to a free round of alcohol. Nailah shook her head and listened to the jeering remarks.

Bastet mewed, impatient with the old lady's stalling. Cat years were not long... She paced up and down the room making annoying noises.

The old lady looked up from her cart with it's piles or materials. She had eventually taken pity on the cat and tied up her dogs so that they sat silently watching every movement. "Shut up Bastet, undoubtedly it is your fault you are in this mess." She played with a few more ingredients and finished cooking a brew. Her old joints and popping bones took what seemed to be forever to do the work, even just to write an encantation. The hag had to have been doing it on purpose. After a few more pops and cracks from her side of the room, she stood with the aid of her cane, "Ah ha. Come here you whining creature and sit still. Marvel at my power and pity that will help you out of this mess."

An uncontrollable urge to roll her eyes came over Bastet. Her tail flicked with anger as her ears were almost flat against her head she hissed at the old women, supressing the urge to bite again. Finally she wandered to about the middle of the room and sat waiting.

"Ungrateful." Like she had room to talk. Taking the potion in her skinny fingers, she began to mumble the spell repeatedly. From beneath Bastet's paws a mist rose up to fold about the room, seemingly encasing only it. The dogs growled, not understanding anything other than the fact that what was happening was wrong. The old hag threw the potion at the cat, and with some sparks and a small explosion, smoke over ran the mist and the hag stepped back coughing violently. Once it started to clear up in the room, the woman grabbed a sheet and threw it in Bastet's general direction.

Slowly, she felt herself grow and change. The sensation was so old to her and she barely remembered the last time it happened, but she could feel her bones growing, cracking, changing. Things rearranged and after the explosions she covered herself with the sheet and stood, herself again. "Ra damnit! It took you long enough old hag. I did not take this long to help you out..." Stretching her limbs she wrapped the sheet around her body better, suddenly wishing she was in her room. A few shaky steps were taken to two test out walking on two legs again. Her steps however never seemed to steady, and she fumbled forward off balance. It had not been this hard before... she tried again, only to fumble some more, and her senses seemed different. Coming to a mirror the realization hit her, she was a full human woman. Rage entered her system immediately and she turned to the woman, "Why did you do this?! I wanted to be a cat woman again?!" She made her way to the old lady in as threatening a manner as possible, "You screwed up!"

With the angry woman's steps coming closer, the hag relaxed her stance with the cane, and had her eyes take on a look of innocence, "Oh dearie me, I guess I made it wrong. Hm oh well, now you can test this out." A sly smile from cracked lips formed a smile behind the veil.

"You did this on purpose! I know you did! You always wanted to make me full human, so stop the innocent act!" A hand grabbed out and grabbed the hag's robes around the neck. Yanking her around, she pulled the woman to her height. "Change me to a cat woman!"

Her cane slipped under Bastet to trip her, making her fall on her a**. "Dreadful balance you have without that tail. Those appendages were a hindrance to your good looks, now you can better please that elf of yours."

She stood angrily, having no way to portray her feelings besides her stance, face, and words. "So now you say I was ugly? Sure you have ample room to talk in that area. You are revolting! Is this anyway to repay me?" Calm washed over her as she silently fumed before lashing out more precisely. "Your name suits you well Brenna. A small raven, cawing out destiny because you believe you control all and plague to those who know you. You can not even repay a debt properly. If you stay here too long we all might die around you. Change me back and do something right."

Had she been that rude? Yes she had she supposed. The words cut deep, beneath the harsh manner and her beating cane. "I guess I deserved that. Do not be so narrowminded! Ajust back to human thought and give this a try. I am tired now anyway, I can not change you again so soon. Let me rest and come back to me if you truly want it so." She turned and walked to the bed, one tear rolling down her wrinkled face. The door was heard slamming and Bastet was gone. "I deserved it, but it does not soften the blow."

Bastet, still wound in the sheet, slinked around the hallways using the wall for support. On her trip to her room she almost fell three times, cursing her lack of cat features. Upon entering her room, an piece of paper with her name on it was kicked aside, but she ignored it and stormed to the closet for some clothes only to curse some more, "I can not wear these because they all have holes in them." A pair of pants was tragically held up with her finger sticking through the tail hole. She threw the pants on the bed awaking her cat, Kepi and some of the kittens. "Kepi, go to Nailah's room and get me something to wear." The cat left silently as the paper on the floor was noticed. The weary woman picked it up and broke the seal, reading quickly. "Tyler? Nailah, I am going to kill you."

Nelphean watched the woman walk towards... Bastet's room. The elf smiled... He walked up to the door, and knocked.

Nelphean chuckled, "Ok, that is a lesson that will take some time, would you like to continue singing with me?"