[Gallagher]

It started with a low rumble, hardly enough to turn any heads. The sound didn’t follow clouds, sour weather, or even a single breath of wind. A crack of thunder rattled windows. Despite the lack of storm clouds, a third crack of deafening thunder brought with it a bright flash. The light didn’t blink out as it sudden arrival should have dictated. Instead, it exploded into points of brilliant light that fell through the air slowly, more dust than rain. The light shifted and shimmered, catching every bit of reflective light possible, a thousand colors shone over the pair who had been called.

No sooner had Askr settled into his new form that he ran a hand back through his hair, the movement sending more glittering specks down to the floor, and heaved a sigh. "Gods, what an awful ride."

Embla twisted her new skirt straight, the last specks of light dancing down to the floor. “I don’t know,” she turned her attention to her other half, “I thought it was thrilling.”

"Eh, yes, but, my darling Fallow-tail, you thought the same of mounting that boar."

“Must you constantly look so sourly upon our adventures, my Light?”

"That was no adventure. That was an overfed beast getting all the plumper on my cabbages and breaking all of my traps."

“We must make every misadventure positive, by viewing it as an adventure.”