[ Kel is used to animals trying to express themselves through more human means. Her dog practically talks to her; her sparrows could recognize the hand signs of the King's Own. She's no stranger to human intelligence in animals.
That's the biggest reason she doesn't shove harder at the winged cat on her shoulder, even if she's got blood spots showing through the silver of her tunic.
Kel feels around the mask, stepping off to the side of the road so she isn't in the way as people pass. She can't find the ribbons where she tied it on, but it's still firmly in place. She can see better through the eye holes than she could a minute ago, and it feels more snug than it did when she left the alleyway.
To the cat on her shoulder: ] What is it?
[ She crouches, inviting the cat to jump down again without pushing her this time. ] There's something strange about the mask, isn't there? Should I go back to the woman that sold it?
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That's the biggest reason she doesn't shove harder at the winged cat on her shoulder, even if she's got blood spots showing through the silver of her tunic.
Kel feels around the mask, stepping off to the side of the road so she isn't in the way as people pass. She can't find the ribbons where she tied it on, but it's still firmly in place. She can see better through the eye holes than she could a minute ago, and it feels more snug than it did when she left the alleyway.
To the cat on her shoulder: ] What is it?
[ She crouches, inviting the cat to jump down again without pushing her this time. ] There's something strange about the mask, isn't there? Should I go back to the woman that sold it?