“She’s a cat,” Aristide said. “Cat food is the definition of the right food.” Noctus set me down on his plush bed. “Not for my pet.” I purred some more and twitched my tail left and right, staying where I was when I really wanted to bolt away from the rich, scary-powerful elf king. There was an intensity to Noctus that burned when I was close to him. It felt…wild, and not at all safe. Given that I had spent most of my adult life scrabbling to survive, hanging out with that kind of vibe was not my idea of a pleasant time. But Plan Suck Up is still the best option, so off I go!
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