Only a cat with a different coat

Zavien

I think all things,
in their way,

He wasn't necessarily surprised by the woman's guarded response. It was difficult to know who to trust these days, however, he had attempted to help her (even if she didn't need it). Didn't that count for something? If not, how was he supposed to earn Maea's trust? Because, at this point, he was determined to prove that he wasn't an enemy.

Nonetheless, Zavien took a moment to consider how much he should divulge. They weren't standing before Dahlia herself or a crowd of people who may report them to her. In fact, they were in an alley with no one else in sight. However... he didn't want to appear ignorant of the danger regarding their predicament. With all this in mind, he scanned the dark pathways for anything suspicious before turning back to her. "Hadama. We met a little while ago and found that we had... similar goals. He agreed that we should keep in touch and that you may be willing to assist." His words were vague at best, but he hoped she would understand his thinly veiled meanings. Tilting his head, he asked, "Was he correct?"

Maea's indifference to the adorable kitten had Zavien's eyes narrowing further. Now he was doubting whether he should trust her. People who didn't like animals often had potent darkness in their souls. At least that's what his mother used to jest.

reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.