stay inside the salt circle
Delphia was not nearly as armed to the teeth as Maea was - but she had also scared off Cat Sith many a time before. This was just one battle in the ongoing war between the gods and the trickster, spritely cats that merely wished for a soul to play with. It was touching really but because they lacked good manners they couldn't be allowed to play long or often. Instead of weapons, the Seer had brought all the tools needed to guide the Cat Sith away as well as supplies for cleansing rituals afterwards. If Ludo had noticed the Cat Sith about, it was likely it had been sneakily wreaking havoc for some time.
She glanced over at her companion for this mission, smiling at her warmly as she did spoke her worries. "That is the spirits you hear, whispering warnings of what we have come to banish. Never neglect to listen to the words only your soul hears." she said sagely. So few humans ever listened to that little inkling in their minds, the light nagging and tugging some called instinct. Of course, in a place so rife with spirit, it was no wonder Maea felt something. "But do not worry. I have led away Cat Sith many a time. There is nothing to fear." she assured as they reached a spot she knew the creatures liked to visit. Lanterns of Fae graves littered the place, and in the middle of them all was where she stopped.
From her pack she pulled a small jar, inside which was catnip, of all things. "Spread this about, it will help draw the Cat Sith to us, so we can lead it away." she said, holding it out for Maea to take. Then she withdrew a wooden flute, lifting it to her lips. The melody she played was soothing but haunting, echoing eerily in the wood. With any luck, it would be easy to draw the prankster cat out.
She glanced over at her companion for this mission, smiling at her warmly as she did spoke her worries. "That is the spirits you hear, whispering warnings of what we have come to banish. Never neglect to listen to the words only your soul hears." she said sagely. So few humans ever listened to that little inkling in their minds, the light nagging and tugging some called instinct. Of course, in a place so rife with spirit, it was no wonder Maea felt something. "But do not worry. I have led away Cat Sith many a time. There is nothing to fear." she assured as they reached a spot she knew the creatures liked to visit. Lanterns of Fae graves littered the place, and in the middle of them all was where she stopped.
From her pack she pulled a small jar, inside which was catnip, of all things. "Spread this about, it will help draw the Cat Sith to us, so we can lead it away." she said, holding it out for Maea to take. Then she withdrew a wooden flute, lifting it to her lips. The melody she played was soothing but haunting, echoing eerily in the wood. With any luck, it would be easy to draw the prankster cat out.
DELPHIA
