[ Lightly, ] Hello, Skokash. [ She runs her hand through the flames one more time, then traces her knuckles lightly down. She does not have a treat for him, sadly. She wishes she did, but that's not what came with her to this place.
At his question, her hand returns to her lap and her attention to her cat. Of course he's making friends. She shakes her head. ]
Oh, that's Cardamom. He's his own, mostly. [ She took him and he followed her, she cared for him and he stayed with her. But she's not so arrogant as to think he belongs to her; he's a cat. Or he was, once. He was still mostly a cat. ] He's comfortable with you.
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At his question, her hand returns to her lap and her attention to her cat. Of course he's making friends. She shakes her head. ]
Oh, that's Cardamom. He's his own, mostly. [ She took him and he followed her, she cared for him and he stayed with her. But she's not so arrogant as to think he belongs to her; he's a cat. Or he was, once. He was still mostly a cat. ] He's comfortable with you.