Thomas stopped. The forest had run out on her, giving way to fields of soybeans and a nearby run-down house. Kismet said that the item that they were after was in the house...
What do we do now? "We take it, of course." You mean break in and steal it? But... Thomas realized she couldn't possibly ask for it or pay for it, whatever it was, and the alternative was to be this forever. Sighing, she realized a lot of her future decisions were going to be balanced against staying a vixen/woman forever. Alright. Is there anyone in there?
Kismer pointed with her tail at a tractor in the far distance.
Later, Thomas thought that she got off easy. She broke out of the fringes of the forest at a dead run. The house rushed closer - the door was unlocked. Kismet and Thomas acted in unision - only the scent of one person, no sounds of other people in the house. Kismet guided Thomas up the rickety stairs and into a cluttered study, then to an old cabinet. Thomas threw it up, and reached in when Kismet shouted.
"Wait! Don't touch it!" Thomas's hand wavered inches from the thing, her speedy burglary interupted. What? Why? Kismet sounded uncertain. "You know how when you touched my amulet, I went into your body? The same thing could happen here, or worse. I could probably defend myself from the effects, but you're vulnerable. You could get a third mind in here, or you could be forced out altogether, I'm not certain."
Thomas fumed. Why didn't you tell me earlier? "I didn't know... But there is a solution." Thomas's ears perked. "I could temporarily... merge us. Make us one mind until I can defuse it's defenses or we can find someone to give it to." ...alright, if it's temporary...
Thomas fell inwards, similar to the sensation she got when Kismet took control, but halfway to the back of her head, her mind ran into something that was coming forwards. Hit, and wrapped around each other, the amalgam personality bobbed to the forefront of the brain.
Kismet/Thomas reached forward and hefted the thing the appeared to be some kind of a square dark stone paperweight. To their combined senses, it was radiating magic in short arcs. Tendrils tried to curl around her wrist, but a certain stubborn mindset fended off the probing magic. The thing firmly in grasp, Thomas/Kismet flowed down the stairs and burst out the front door. She ripped across the fields and back into the safety of the forest.
Once there, she had a little time to think. She didn't really have a name, being both Thomas and Kismet. She did know, however, that she should do something with this...thing. She held it up to look at it closely. It was a cube of dark stone, a couple inches to each side, and very heavy. She turned it this way and that, entranced at the way you could see inside of the stone through tiny viens of transparent crystal inbedded in it. And the funny thing was, no matter which way you turned it, it looked as though there was more space inside of the stone than it's dimensions seemed to allow...
Enough playing around, she thought. She could feel her mind beginning to sperate, but she still had time. She pulled out her amulet, focusing on drawing enough magic for a small spell. A while later, a fox trotted up to her, drawn by the spell, and another quick spell rendered it unconscious. As her unique mind began to fission, she put the stone on top of the unconscious animal and stepped away...