| 3rd Day of Summer 510 AV |
| The room was dark when she awoke, a strange tingling in her ears getting stronger. Kipps lay at her feet, asleep, and Keorvic beside her, also asleep. She sat up quietly as to not wake them, slipping out from under the blankets she and her new companion shared. She was unclothed, her curvaceous figure revealed in full. She did not dress this morning as she opened the door and closed it behind her. Where guards patrolling the streets may have thought they had seen a naked woman, they saw only a regular house cat now. The white cat slipped through the streets, unnoticed by most. Few tried to kick her, but she dodged easily, making one night even drop his lantern which smashed to the ground. He yelled at her, but it was his own fault, she felt no shame. She felt compelled to look into every crack and crevasse of the city, until she came to the area where most of the common folk were housed. At first there was nothing interesting about this place. The stone walls were high, torches lit every ten feet or so. People entered and left their rooms, some returning from night shift jobs, others leaving to go about daily business. None of this interested her, until she came upon one man sitting up against the stone wall. He was old and fragile looking, his bones were clear within his flesh, and his hair, or what was left of it, was patchy and white. His skin was dotted with liver spots, and veins showed through the translucent skin on his hands. His eyes were black and set back in his face, and his lips were thin and cracked. He looked to her and gave her a half smile, showing his nearly empty mouth. "Here kitty kitty," he said to her, his voice gentle despite that it came out in a croaking noise. [color=#4040FF]She shivered, yet could not deny this man. She stepped forward anxiously, stopping only a few feet away from him. "You're no ordinary cat, are you. No..you can't fool me," he whispered, half to himself. "It has come to this. Sixty years has passed, but he's still out there...waiting...waiting for me. Sunberth, aye.. That's where he'll be. Take this to him." He reached into a pocket of his tattered brown jacket, pulling out a folded up letter. Fragments of the paper broke off as he fished it out, the paper was so old it had become brittle to the touch. He held the paper out to her, expecting her to take it. She inched forward and took the paper between her teeth, careful not to break more from it. It tasted of paper and death. "He'll be waitin' for ye, he always is they say. You'll find him in a cottage by the shore. Don't worry lass, ye'll be rewarded for your efforts." He cackled madly, violently errupting in a fit of coughing before slumping over where he sat, unmoving. His breath had gone from him. She felt frozen in place, the paper still between her teeth. She knew she needed to decypher whatever was in the letter, but she knew not how to read. She turned around and ran back to the apartment, expertly dodging the feet of the townspeople. She pawed at the door of the apartment, not wanting to shift to her human form to let herself in for fear she may be spotted and punished by a guard. She had no time for their silly knight games right now. |
