The light was a wee bit surprising, as was the apparent stickiness of the branch Chelsika was holding onto all of a sudden. They found themselves able to move well enough, but their hands would not budge from the branch. Still, it was a moment or two or three before their laughter finally subsided into chortling and giggling that was no longer silent. They had finally begun to catch their breath. The cats, meanwhile, just looked confused. Well, the one cat looked like it still wanted to play, but the other one was completely confused as to why it was suddenly hanging in midair.
Chel, however, was not confused.
Ooh, mean lady has tricks too!
The thought just made Chelsika giggle again. The fever was starting to catch up with Chelsika once more now that their breath was slowly coming back to them, but they had bigger problems at the moment. Focusing on channeling their own innate magic, they slowly built up a resistance until their fingers began to twitch...and then to move...and finally to wriggle. They peeled off of the branch after several seconds and flexed their fingers with a grin.
With that, they quietly snuck toward the opposite side of the tree, to where they could drop down discreetly. It was easy enough to dart through the legs of tables and chairs nearby and disappear into the stacks near the window where they'd first come in. They could escape easily enough, of course, but they wanted to have some more fun.
