Eventually the scene shifted again. This time, Kat felt a comforting feeling settle over her quickly. *I wonder if this is what people feel like in my aura. If I had to describe it… it's a bit like being under a blanket in winter.*
While Kat was enjoying the feeling, the rest of the scene was coming into focus. There was of course the figures of fire and ice, to represent the infant twins. They were laying down in a mass of fluff which was now more clearly obvious as their mother's tails.
Kat couldn't make out particularly small details like the individual fur like she would in real life, but Chiharu's tails were clear to see, though she only had four in this memory. Her hair had a slight blue tint to it, but that was all it was. As if someone had stretched blue plastic over a mannequin and called the job good enough.
