Alanna watched Numair shift impatiently in his saddle and squint at the late afternoon sky. Everyone on the patrol knew what he was waiting for, but beyond small smiles and the occasional muttered comment, everyone was doing very well at hiding it.
A piercing cry was the only warning they got before a small bird was shooting down from the sky, pulling up at the last moment and fluttering down to land on Numair's outstretched and leather-guarded arm. The little bird who they knew as Daine gave a happy chirp and nipped Numair's fingers affectionately. The sorcerer responded with a kiss on her beak and a sweet smile, before wrapping a sheet around the bird so that she wouldn't be indecent when changing back to human form.
The patrol chatted amongst themselves as Daine fled to the thick woods beside the road to exchange her sheet for some more – ahem – practical clothing, some about how 'sweet' the couple were, others about less personal matters. Alanna watched all this, then frowned as a thought struck her.
"Hey Numair," she called out, the patrol started to move forward again after Daine returned and swung up onto her own mare, Cloud. "Can I ask you something?"
Numair dropped back, Daine unconsciously slowing with him. "Certainly," he said cheerfully.
Alanna pondered over a tactful way of phrasing her thought, before choosing her usual path – screw tact – and just coming out with it.
"If you and Daine show… affection, to each other while Daine is shapeshifted, wouldn't that mean that it's technically bestiality?"
The couple both paled severely at the thought.
My work here is done, Alanna thought smugly, and spurred Darkmoon onwards, leaving a horrified and spluttering couple in her wake.