”Hello Aisha.” The feline purrs, pale gaze winking to the leopardess. But as she digs through the bag, her attention is brought entirely upon the plum stuck to her claws, flinging it toward Aisha unintentionally, but grinning as much as a cat could when the woman catches the fruit. And then it’s just the two of them, nibbling on the meal, focused on nothing but the way the cold winds flicker through the trees, brush against the stone, whispers on the wind both heard and unheard.
Augusta listens as Aisha speaks next, a low purr of understanding erupting from her throat. ”Consider your peace shared.” She offers with a flick of her tail this way and that, turning her attention fully onto Aisha with an amused half-smirk crossing her maw. ”I’m afraid I don’t know much. I am just a cat, after all.” Or was she? That was part of the secrecy.
Augusta listens as Aisha speaks next, a low purr of understanding erupting from her throat. ”Consider your peace shared.” She offers with a flick of her tail this way and that, turning her attention fully onto Aisha with an amused half-smirk crossing her maw. ”I’m afraid I don’t know much. I am just a cat, after all.” Or was she? That was part of the secrecy.
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