And so the dappled feline delved into the glade, the most lush and gorgeous of anywhere in the Hollowed Grounds. He wove his way through the forest, rubbing his smooth golden pelt against the verdant trees as he passed them. He came upon a familiar scent, and with light steps followed it. Phoebe had laid out a picnic for herself, amid a variety of brilliantly colored flowers; she looked perfectly placed among them. A soft rumble emitted from his throat, his black tipped ears flicking as he watched her.
Then with an enthusiastic bound, Kiki emerged from the tree line into Phoebe’s clearing, shifting back to human form as he jogged towards her. He plopped himself down on the ground in front of her in a boyishly charming manner, his messy curls falling in his face as he crossed his legs. ”Hey Pheebs! Is this seat taken?” he asked as he settled himself, half teasing, and half asking if she was alright with him being there. There was value of alone time, and he didn’t want to take hers from her.
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