A creature such as this should not have had anything close to an adorable mrow, and yet that was the very noise that escaped it as Maea took the little dancer and shook it towards the feline. It jumped up, batting and biting tiny teeth in an attempt to capture the soul, flopping on its back so it could attack with all four little paws.
All going well, all fine so far. But something changes, something shifts in the woods, as though a fresh gravemound is beginning to stir, as if the soul within is starting to fly. And with it, so do the woods shift. Delphia and Maea will become suddenly aware that the shadows cast around them are not shadows at all - all of them, great yawning pools of blackness, they all make up the Cat Sith. The small cat playing is merely a toy, a projection used for fun, for passing the time.
The cat rolls to its feet, tail high in the air, and begins to trot away into the woods. The shadows follow.
All going well, all fine so far. But something changes, something shifts in the woods, as though a fresh gravemound is beginning to stir, as if the soul within is starting to fly. And with it, so do the woods shift. Delphia and Maea will become suddenly aware that the shadows cast around them are not shadows at all - all of them, great yawning pools of blackness, they all make up the Cat Sith. The small cat playing is merely a toy, a projection used for fun, for passing the time.
The cat rolls to its feet, tail high in the air, and begins to trot away into the woods. The shadows follow.
