Tony's house

Aila's POV

Caruso didn't make me any promises but I knew in advance that he might not be able do do what I truly want. I actually expect it. They don't even have a concept of writing things down here.

Caruso seems to have learned if he doesn't kick me out I stay so now he's put his hand behind my back to show me out of the room now that I'm back in my clothes. I'm a little sad I won't be able to watch him work anymore. I come out to find that Tony isn't there though Logan is still waiting for me by the window. It almost looks like he was taking a nap in the golden rays shining down on him. I can now see that there is barely any light left outside so I must have been in there all evening. It must be close to dinner time as I can feel how hungry I am.

I feel Logan brush against me and reach down to rub his head. He looks at me and walks out and I follow him. Always the silent type. I wonder if he is still upset about showing me his insecurities. I mean I stared at him too. I must have made him self conscious. I wonder if I can get him anything. I know I wouldn't be using my own funds but if I can talk to someone without him knowing it can still be a surprise. But what to get is the real issue he doesn't need clothes as all their clothes seem to just be there. I wonder how that works. So not clothes since they just magic their clothes and Logan hunts as a panther anyway maybe something he can wear as both a panther and a person.

Logan nudges me again and I look at him. "We should be here" Logan states and it takes me a second.

"Where is this . . . what is this place" I look over and it seems to be an ordinary wooden house in a very large field we must have walked decently far while I was distracted. I had left my hand on Logan's tail and was just playing with it as we walked and I thought about things. Now I can barley see any other buildings.

"This is the home Tony grew up in. We will be staying here for the night." Logan looks over at me and nods into the doors the same swinging doors I saw at Caruso's shop. "Shall we go in"

"Oh ok" I almost want to ask if we should knock but the door would just open if we did that so I guess I just head in.

It feels like the door weighs a lot but I think that's just my nerves at pushing open a door to someone's house without getting permission. I suppose Logan was given permission by Tony before Tony left, but it still feels wrong. I look behind me one last time and take in the sweeping landscape as the fields sway in the breeze catching the moonlight. It takes my breath away as a rush of content comes with it. I breathe deep and easy, relaxing before turning around to head inside.

The inside has a warm light cast that takes me a moment to see past. The room is small and cozy though worn, the truest feeling I get is a stereotypical cabin. It has a fireplace burning bright and warm making me take my cloak off. Taking it in I see a barrel by the door with an assortment of tools; near it is a spot to take off shoes. Clear piles of mud both new and old made it clear why the did so. Placed next to the shoes was a interesting rug that looked like it was made from rolled rags in a spiral.

"Hey your here" Tony was calling out from a doorway near the fireplace. He was wearing an apron and it had clear flour stains.

"What-cha cookin'~" I had no idea I was hungry but good sounds like a good idea.

"Soup and bread. It should be chilly tonight . . ." Tony might have said but more I just took a deep sniff and with a hop and a skip I found myself in the kitchen looking at a pot of soup that smelled reminiscent of French onion but that might have it because I never had it from scratch before. The soup smelled divine and looked good too bubbling it the cauldron looking cast iron pot. I was almost content to sit here with the warmth of the fire and the smell of the soup, but I wanted that soup and I wanted it now!

"Tony! Tony!" I suddenly forget where I left him and how I got here I scramble up from the pot, around a table, past a door that leads outside a brief thought of where did all this stuff come from flittering by.

"What's up" Tony pops in that magically appeared near where I started with the soup. I dash past the table once again and grab Tony.

"The food~ is it done" Fully aware that I'm being dramatic I hang on his arm pleading with him. 

Tony's pauses, I smile, he laughs " Not quite yet, you'll have to wait the bread is still baking"

I pout, walk past him, pause and turn to him " You have to tell me when it's done" I walk into the familiar room finding Logan laying in front of the fireplace. 

Still feeling playful I pounce upon my fluff and grumble into it pouting nonsense " Can't he just magically make the food be ready~ I'm hungry~"

Logan stiffens and brushes his head against me " Please be at ease it should be done soon." I grab his face and look into his eyes. Seeing the concern in them I ruffle his ears and laugh.

Looking back into his confused eyes "Logan, I was just being playful. I'm not actually upset." I see his eyes widen in realization. 

"Alright" He pulls his head out of my hands and looks the other way laying his head down on the other side of his body from me. 

I get a sneaking suspicion that he's being shy. "Hey" I poke him "Hey" I climb over his back just enough to poke at his face and he turns it away again. I smile and try to catch his face since it was near me again only for him to go back. I crawl and plop myself over him and this time he rolls to the side and pulls the paw that was under his chin over his face. I pull the paw off his face and he gives me a little huff and bats at me softly with his paw, the toe beans hitting my cheek. It goes tucked under him this time. I grab the paw and jiggle the wrist, poke at his face and squish the toe beans.

Just as I think my tactic to annoy isn't working I swat at his whiskers and he grabs me. The more I wiggle the more he holds me down.  I might not be comfortable but I am having fun trying to get free. Fully entertained I decide to escape and turn the tables wiggling as hard I can I find a arm and leg to free and push my way over so this time I am the one holding him down.

My success does not last long as he rolls to the side. I pull back to not be captured once more. He and I find ourselves in a stare off sitting an arms reach away. I see his tail swish and i jump on him. His back plops down on the floor I manage to hold his chest down as he tries to go left and right. I try to hold down his suspect leg that gives him leverage but loosening my grip to get a better position is enough for him to turn the tables on me.

I find myself on my back his paws on either side of my head and him sitting on my thighs. He lays down on top of me. I try to get some leverage or and movement with my legs but he really is weighing me down. Giving up on my useless legs I try with my arms. My arms are free but I don't have the leverage to move him by holding on to him. I grab his paw on the side of my face and try to move it unsuccessfully.

I hear his tail swish and it makes me feel indignant. Using my frustration I push him up enough to turn my torso around. Twisting even more I manage to slowly get my legs around as well. facing the ground I find grip with my hands and feet I push up only to find no resistance. I stumble to the side and look up to see Logan being held by the scruff of his neck by a large figure with rather large hands.