But enough about Elvis, the Liger and the girl walk along, singing softly and quietly. Elvis’ sharp hearing picks up the sound of skidding, but he pays it little heed. That is, until the skidder jumps around the corner, catching the pair by surprise. Emma jumps, and in midair, she disappears. Her flesh seemingly melts away, and she blinked invisible blue eyes at the boy. Elvis has a completely different reaction. He blinks, before roaring loudly, tawny fur bristling. Emma recovers quickly, reappearing with a large beautiful smile, a small delicate hand placing on the large Ligers shoulder. He quietens down, and Emma tilts her head at Henry’s question, before casting large blue eyes at Elvis.
I’m Emma, and this is Elvis. He’s a Liger. He’s a bit jumpy.
She laughed, while the Liger play leapt at her, rolling her over and licking her pale face. The girl laughs, squeaking loudly, long blonde ringlets spread out on the floor, before she playfully rolls the large kitty over, pinning him down. His paw bats at her face, the claws fully retracted, and she giggles again. Elvis rolls her off, then picks the small swan winged girl up by her blue dress, and dumping her on her feet. Emma smiles happily at Henry, looking at Fitz, and then to Elvis, then back to Henry.
What are you doing wandering the halls? Oh, and you haven’t seen my mum or sister have you? Coz I lost them, and Elvis doesn’t want to find them coz they’ll be grumpy at us for running off! Mummy has long blonde hair like mine, and has a blind fox as a familiar, and Dream, my sister, has a caracal and black hair.
She smiled, slightly out of breath form her tussle with Elvis.

She wasn’t worried about not being able to find her mother or sister, no she has Elvis at the moment. But if they’re not found soon, she knows she’ll be in a lot of trouble. Thankfully though, she can still wander on her own for a few more days, she hasn’t been gone that long. And with that in mind, she smiles happily at Henry And Fitz, happy to have some company other than a grumpy Liger.