It isn’t Safrin that arrives. It isn’t even Frey or any of the others. But it is a cat, a vibrant orange and cream hued feline that hops onto the shrine, that searches through the berries and breads, picking at one bread in particular until the humming sound of Aisha captures her attention. Ears perked forward, the feline stares at Aisha with glimmering ice blue eyes, a flick once or twice to her tail, and she sits.
”You’re pretty.” The cat chimes, tail flicking three more times, and it moves to lick at a paw as if it’s cleaning it before it dives into the bread again. ”You sound pretty too.”
”You’re pretty.” The cat chimes, tail flicking three more times, and it moves to lick at a paw as if it’s cleaning it before it dives into the bread again. ”You sound pretty too.”
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