| 5th Day of Summer 510 AV |
| It was within the confines of a small apartment on Traveler's row in which she awoke that morning. Apartment 14 to be exact. She was not alone, however. Her new companion, Keorvic, lay at her side. She felt very strange about this too, she had never kept the same man as a bed warmer for so long. Oh well, it didn't matter. She was having fun with him, and wanted to keep him around for some reason, she wasn't sure why. She looked away from the ceiling now, which she had been staring at in thought for a good fifteen minutes now, thinking about this and that, and all the complexities of life, all uncharacteristic for an easily distracted cat-girl to be contemplating. Dim light shone through the window, thick with dust, caked on from lack of cleaning. It was still too early to go out really, or so that's what she had been taught by society. Kipps lay curled up at the foot of the bed. His tail twitched and swayed a different direction every so often, his claws digging into the soft material of the bed. She stood up, walking over the the chair. She picked up her skirt and blouse that had been draped over the back of the chair. She never liked putting them on, she didn't see why it was necessary, but she knew it was. The humans did not like it when she didn't wear clothes, though occasionally she did find herself undressed in public for this and that reason. Sometimes drunken-ness, sometimes shapeshifting, and sometimes she just didn't know. She sighed and put the clothes back where she had picked them up from. She could enjoy herself for now, and the little freedom she kept for herself in this small apartment in the city's wall. She walked over to the window. There wasn't much to see, other than the Kabrin Road and a few knights, finishing their nightly patrols. The sun was just level with the horizon, casting a purple-orange glow across the land, shadowed in the regions closer to the ground by a blue blanket. She was excited about today. Today they went shopping. She was sure she'd find all sorts of shinies scattered throughout the city to buy, and while she would much rather just take them, she knew she couldn't steal while she was here. Not while she was in her home city. She was hoping to find something pretty to entertain her, like a mirror, or maybe even a hat. She had enough knives for now, she thought. But she never knew, they were very shiny. One thing was for sure, she needed a bow. She had encountered other hunters on her adventures using bows to hunt with. They seemed a lot more efficient than her daggers, which she used to kill the target animal once she got close enough to them, which wasn't always easy. It didn't always work, sometimes she didn't catch things. And as a cat no bigger than your average housecat, the only things she could catch were mice, squirrels, and the occasional rabbit. While it was enough for her, she now had a total of three mouths to feed. She was sure Keorvic could feed himself, if not by selling his trinkets, then surely by fishing. But she wanted to. She wanted to feel useful, like she was contributing. She wanted to keep this one around, for some reason unknown, and she felt like she should do something for him, so she would take up archery and learn to be a better hunter. It's all she could really do, other than entertain him, but she was sure he'd get tired of that eventually. She sighed again and walked into the living area. It was plainly decorated with simple furniture. She walked across the room and sat in a wooden chair, it creaked when she put her weight on it. Could he possibly feel this strange feeling she was feeling now too? She couldn't tell, she thought maybe she could possibly just be sick. Kipps was awake now. He sauntered in through the doorway, stretching at her feet. It had to be about the 8th bell by now. She reached down to stroke his back and scratch behind his ears. He leaned his head into her hand, relishing the attention. She laughed to herself and suddenly noticed something under the couch. She walked over to the couch and got down on all fours, looking under the couch. She was so pre-occupied with figuring out what it was she was looking for that she didn't notice her vulnerable position. |
