Any meaning behind the full moon had changed for Emily when she had met Gia. She may have been sheltered as a younger woman in many aspects, but not as far as the supernatural world stretched -- she had known there were people who had to change their form on nights like this. Even though she was both psychic and an elemental the idea had always seemed just that little bit more magical, as had the full moon. The reality behind it all had, however, turned her into a bit of a worrier. The night became full of ‘what if’s. Especially when the were in question happened to be someone she cared very deeply about. And yet at the same time, she could tell that Gia had not a care in the world. If she did she would have said as much, but as things stood Emily was left waiting on certain alterations to herself. On paper, of course. Not that she minded at all; it was fun and tended to yield interesting results. Seeing herself as a redhead had been enlightening -- she had always been adamant that Desi and the twins looked more like other members of her family (her mother, for instance) than they did her, but the moment her own hair colour was changed she could see herself in all of them.
Emily wriggled forward in her chair in order to tuck in the silly pink bobbles attached to her slipper socks. They looked truly ridiculous. She did not look precisely sensible while wearing the socks with the rest of her outfit, but she was not sure she cared. They were functional; she was not overly fond of catching psychic flashes from the floor. Gia’s declaration snatched up Emily’s attention in full, and thoughts of footwear were completely gone from her mind by the time the redhead was seated on the arm of her chair. She lit up at the sight of herself drawn with butterfly wings, pressing her fingers to her mouth to suppress the soft giggle that wanted to follow it. “You draw so well, Gia…” It was murmured, and not for the first time. She said this every time she saw another of Gia’s drawings, but she meant every word. “Beautiful, perhaps -- though I am certain your pencils come with airbrushing -- but terrible. You could never get me off the ground.” Her nose wrinkled as her trail of thought attempted to carry her off. “I would be the Butterfly Who Walked… It sounds like the title of a children’s book.”
“No, nothing. Not even Dis; she stopped talking to me when I threatened to cage her for being antagonistic.” Even the familiar knew that Emily did not deal in empty threats. She chose not to mention that she was worried she might be getting under Arwen’s feet for fear of reprimand. Because even she knew she was being silly. Instead she sought the simple comfort of leaning her head against Gia’s arm, something she missed once the were had shifted. “That is why I have so many flutterby photographs,” she answered, tongue in cheek. Then a pause. “And why your plants are usually so healthy.” Usually. Just now there were a few that needed attention. “Besides, I’m not only watching a butterfly, I’m watching you.” Emily had watched Gia fly around so many times that she was certain if you released a dozen or so more butterflies like her she would be able to tell the difference. Watching Gia was not the same as watching a regular butterfly. “Speaking of photographs, my stash in the studio is full of shots I took of you and the girls. I need to go through those at some point.” Maybe weed out any containing Neil. She should actually probably send them to him.