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Herein lies Xyna's Outpost, and her gift to Mizahar's people. It is a magical place full of potential and possibility where all can gather and exchange ideas and commerce.
"A cat meowing at your feet, looking up at you is life smiling at you." - Kedi
Sometimes, in the dead of night, the Ethaefal woke up suffocating.
The dark was too dark. The silence was deafening. The loneliness was agony.
She longed for the bray of a dog. The soft - and not so soft - snores of those nearby within the pavilion. The sighs of couples. The sound of horses. She longed for the sound and feel of life. Of the crispness of fresh air. The blanket of humidity.
All there was here was an overwhelming quiet. The stillness of sound and air that surrounded her.
She was a rational creature. There was comfort in the safety, of course, in being surrounded by impenetrable walls and armed bodies that stalked the long winding corridors. But there had always been an underlying feeling of being stuck and buried that left her restless. It had always been so, even before she arrived in Syliras. Even under Tyak's protection. A constant since her fall.
She hated acknowledging the cause. It was like reopening a wound.
The restlessness she felt, the crushing weight of what tormented her, it all stemmed from the same thing. It was the glory of Leth;s realm, that place she longed for, pined for. Her fear of being permanently separated from Leth and his realm was ever-present. A fear of being so tucked away she couldn't be found. She needed the open sky above for this feeling to be quelled. There was a scratching, thrashing thing that occupied her chest and it raged and tore whenever this connection with the sky was severed. It made ribbons of her now, clawing beneath her ribs.
She disentangled herself from the mess she had made of her bed during her attempt at sleep and dressed hurriedly, knowing where everything was in her sparse chambers. She hastily threw her cloak about her shoulders and then stepped out into the shadowy corridor beyond her apartment, the firelight of torches burning steadily, lighting the path.
There had been no plan. Just a pull that led her onwards.
Up.
The feeling inside settled as she stepped out onto the fourth tier of the mighty citadel. Here, beneath the blanket of stars and the crescent moon, she felt alive and free. She felt calm in ways words could never describe. There was still a distinct feeling of detachment and the thing inside her was still there as a result, pushing against her chest, but it had retracted its claws.
The sadness remained. The loneliness. It was soft, distant. A sense of yearning. Mourning what was no more.
Chatter distracted her. Airy. A light laugh before it stopped short.
Silver eyes cut across to where it came from, pointed and harsh. There stood two other squires, Galina Hastings and Marielle Druva, arm in arms, their eyes fixed on the Ethaefal. The three regarded each other and Yomila knew they would not recognize her, not during Leth's time, so she took initiative and approached, graceful and stately beneath the glow of moonlight.
Looking down her nose, she flicked her gaze from one to the other and then beyond to where they had emerged and the question was on her face before she even gave breath to it. "Where-?"
"The Outpost," Galina said, understanding the look even before hearing the question.
Marielle was bolder, her dark eyes sweeping up the creature before them. "Are you new?" The question felt rhetorical. "Have you not been before?" She gave little time for an answer before adding airily, "You should. It's easy to get to." She spun her back to Galina, arm still linked, and pointed towards the building behind them, visibly unbothered by the Ethaefal's resonating and otherworldly presence, "All you have to do is go in there and shut the door behind you. By the time you turn around and exit again, it will take you there. You do the same to get back."
"By way of the Outpost's dovecote," Galina amended, exchanging a look with Marielle.
Dovecote. Yomila hadn't heard of this term.
"So that building is a dovecote?" She asked, seeking clarification. Her words were smoother in this for but cold. Slow, precise, yet distant. Her day form was all a rush of heat and storm.
"Yes-"
"Correct-"
The pair spoke in unison and smiled at each other. They then tried again, both wishing the Ethaefal variations of goodbye and goodnight and laughed again.
The tendrils of loneliness gripped Yomila as she watched.
"Enjoy!" cried Marielle and Galina tugged her onward.
The Ethaefal said nothing, refusing to watch as they made their way in the direction she had just come from. Instead, she fixed her eyes on the door of the dovecote.
She passed beyond and did as Marielle had instructed, a shaky breath filling her lungs as, alone and unseen, she allowed her regal poise to slip and exhaled, this equally shaky and painful. Yomila let her hurt leave her and composed herself before stepping back out.
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It was in the air. Her surroundings. The stone that wrapped around her in this room she now found herself in. The coos of birds, enveloping her, calming her with their constant, low vibrations and noise.
And then a voice, reaching through it all to guide her, settling like a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Welcome to the Outpost, daughter of Leth," the words were appreciative.
It had been the first time she had been addressed in such a way and the effect was significant, immediate. Being seen for what she truly was did something to the young Ethaefal, filling her with a sense of wholeness that pushed her sorrow away. The thing in her chest stirred but instead of talons, it licked at her insides like a flame. She radiated.
Her silver eyes had lost their edge and moved like liquid to the man who spoke. Her words came unbidden, giving voice to her thoughts, "Thank you."
The man smiled. It was not bright like the sun but soft like moonlight. Knowing. Gentle. Whether he truly understood the meaning behind her words or not, he did not say and did not linger.
"It appears to me that this might be your first time visiting Xyna's city. My name is Paul Resan. I'm here to offer assistance and information if you would like to know more before you venture forward. However, if you choose to explore at your own leisure, then may I at least offer you a map and my two coppers on where to start?" He reclined where he rested, the lines around his eyes relaxing as he regarded her patiently.
There was a moment where she nearly felt overwhelmed by this new information but the man's posture and her surroundings kept it at bay. She took a steadying breath, the only sign of her apprehension being a faint line between her arched brows. She had not come here with any goal in mind apart from and instinctive need to escape so she took her time, bathing in the way she felt beneath his gaze.
"I would like to know more."
That smile returned and he straightened and then leaned forward, posture open, beckoning her. "The Outpost is a city built solely on commerce and trade and laid out like a large, open market for that is where Xyna thrives. You can find just about everything here from all corners of Mizahar. Anywhere there is trade, anywhere She exists, a dovecote like this one, like the one you used to come here, also exists. Merchants and entrepreneurs bring their wares and expertise through these dovecotes, or choose to permanently base their operations out of this city. You, too, can choose to stay here indefinitely; there are a variety of places to stay offering short and long term accommodation."
The Ethaefal listening and began to understand what Xyna was. She sounded like a merchant goddess, presiding over the flow of coin. Yomila's face must have said such for the man never felt the need to clarify this, letting his words explain in their own way.
"I strongly recommend spending your coin where you can as that is Her wish, but I also encourage you to take it in as you see fit. It is a city made for those looking to take their time and browse. Even at this late hour, there are places to visit - but in limited capacity. If you choose to stay until Syna is again in the sky then you will see the city truly come alive."
Yomila considered his words. She had not planned to venture far, just to do what was necessary to quell the feelings within her so she might catch some more sleep before she had to rise for training. Usually this manifested in a walk along the fourth tier of the castle but now she was here and unsure. It had not been her intention to stay out until morning.. but it was a tempting thought.
"Is it always so easy to come and go?"
She could not linger here long tonight. Her responsibilities as a squire overruled her natural curiosity in this instance, but she knew she would like to return if it was possible.
"It is," he replied. "You will only be transported back to where you came from, never anywhere else, and you can travel freely between there and here." He moved and produced the map he had mentioned and offered it to her. "I'm always here if you have any further questions, child of Leth."
She nodded her thanks and took the map, silver eyes running over it before she tucked it away. She bid him farewell and then moved towards the large double doors he gestured to, stepping out just as he gave his parting words.
"Mind the doves and the cats and do visit Light Up the Night if you are looking for refreshment."
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The warmth was unending, even as the walls that had enveloped her gave way to open sky. Her breath caught at the sight, the feel, her senses flooded with the smell of food and hot drinks, the sound of music, the color of walls and cushions, the feel of the lingering heat of the day that radiated up off the ground beneath her. Somewhere, to her left, there was the sound of water. She shed her cloak and followed it.
Finding the fountain, she let her hand brush its rim, marveling at its construction. Her face turned, following the wall to a sprawling area peppered by pillows, potted plants and musicians carefully spaced, picking at lutes or blowing on pipes. She turned further, back to the fountain, and studied what lay beyond, following a trail of what looked like fireflies caught on a string, linking an open area used to house merchant stalls but currently sat vacant.
She settled upon a pillow near the pipe player and basked in Leth's light and her surroundings and marveled over how a place could be so vibrant and yet so peaceful.
Something dropped solidly from a raised stone platform behind her, landing at her side. It sat and turned its vivid, gem-colored eyes on her. It blinked, eyes narrowing, regarding her, looking regal where it sat, as if expecting her to lay an offering at its feet.
The Ethaefal had never seen a cat. Well, she had never seen this type of cat, only the large hunting beasts often used by the Drykas. She was taken by the dignified air that radiated off something so small, the confidence and surety in which it sat there, waiting, expecting. For all her own stubborn confidence, she realized she didn't know how to proceed. She floundered until the creature got bored and swatted at one of the ties of her cloak that dangled off the side of her leg.
A soft, feminine laugh tinkled nearby.
"I think it likes you." The voice suited the laugh, smooth and fragrant.
The Ethaefal turned to look towards the source and saw a woman perched on an opposite stone platform, her gilded frame lounging languidly, an arm bent, elbow upon a cushion, cheek pillowed on her palm. The sheath she wore wrapped her shapely frame in waves, hitched up just enough to exposed her bare legs from the knee down, these curled comfortably. Her hair fell like a waterfall behind her, pooling below. She had the fingers of her other hand in the hair of a man who laid on the cushions beneath her yet Yomila felt the woman's full, undivided attention.
The naked intimacy on display caused the flame within her to shrink, those icy tendrils of loneliness once more filling her veins. Yomila felt herself turning inward, distancing herself, her chilly aloofness returning, "It is not welcome."
The woman grinned, clever enough to pick up on the double meaning. She continued her ministrations but her vibrant eyes never wavered from the Ethaefal's form.
"What a silly thing to say.." Her words were slow like honey. "Cats are sacred here. Being chosen by one is believed to be a good omen..." She stirred, lowered the hand from her chin and then laid her head upon her bent arm as her fingers trailed a path down the side of the man's face. "Luck is meant to follow."
The Ethaefal regarded the thing at her side. It had stopped playing once it had felt ignored and had settled itself on top of the bit of her cloak that laid over the cushion near her leg, long forelegs stretched out before it, eyes nearly shut. It was so close she could feel its warmth. It was rumbling; Yomila could feel the vibrations through her thigh.
They were consistent, rough but rhythmic. Yomila was surprised at how soothing it felt, so much like having Leth and the sky above her, like feeling the moonlight on her luminescent skin. But the latter was soothing because it felt right, it was where she belonged - or as close as she could get. This other feeling?
Her thoughts were interrupted as the woman slipped gracefully from her perch and onto a cushion at the Ethaefal's side, opposite the creature. She had chosen a cushion that sat an arm's length away, correctly reading that the Ethaefal wanted her distance.
Despite this, her words pressed, fluttering like the beat of a butterfly's wing, "I'm trying to figure out what sort of name you might have given yourself.. but find myself struggling to form any words that might match your beauty." Her arm stretched casually over the platform behind them, hand growing dangerously close to the Ethaefal.
Yomila normally would have tensed and scowled but she remained still and watched how the woman's eyes roamed her, saw them follow the curve of her horns. There was something there in the other woman's appreciative gaze.
The Ethaefal suddenly realized she had never felt worshiped. In that same instance, she realized she quite liked the feeling.
"Yomila."
"Like the star," the other woman crooned, painted lips smiling warmly.
Yomila's own full lips returned the smile.
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It was not the first time Yomila had been under someone's gaze in such a way, but it was the first time in which she felt totally in control of the situation. Whereas in the past when she had noticed men studying her in such a way, it was more like a predator seizing up prey. It had made her feel lesser, like she was to be taken. She loathed that feeling, the ethereal creature that she was viewing it as a slight.
But here, under this woman's wandering eye, it felt different. As bold as the woman was in everything she had done so far, Yomila felt like it was all done as an offering, a gift, the woman baring her intentions in word and action for Yomila to act upon as she wished. It was a heady feeling.
As much as the Ethaefal wanted to luxuriate in the woman's open adoration, she still didn't move and the chill in her refused to thaw. She flicked her gaze to the man opposite her and noticed his head had turned and eyes had opened. He was watching lazily.
The creature at her side continued to rumble.
Yomila's silver eyes returned to the woman's golden ones before searching her face. "You know my name, what should I call you?"
The woman's warm smile never faltered, "Tyri."
"What do I do if the cat won't get off my cloak, Tyri?"
The abrupt departure caused the woman to laugh, full and warm as the tension that had grown between them shifted from a boil to barely a simmer. She sighed pleasantly - a sound the Ethaefal found she rather liked and wanted to hear again - and settled her chin upon her outstretched forearm, regarding the Ethaefal with one vibrant eye.
"If it refuses to leave your side... well, then I think you might have just found yourself a new companion." Tyri drew herself upright and folded her limbs, keeping the air between them casual without sacrificing the warmth she extended, "You're allowed to take it with you; the Keiss encourage it if one of the little things happens to become attached."
"It's considered sacrilegious not to," she added, a not so subtle hint.
The Ethaefal regarded the creature once more.
"If you're unsure, your welcome to see if it follows. Ilker and I plan to head back to the Night Garden." Tyri's golden gaze was roaming the Ethaefal appreciatively once more and Yomila felt herself wanting to lean into the open admiration.
"You should join us."
Again, this felt like an offering rather than a request.
Yomila's eyes flickered between Tyri and Ilker, returning to the former. "What is the Night Garden?" Her words had lost their chill but remained measured, reaching, wanting to caress rather than claw.
Tyri smiled once more in a way that caused the Ethaefal to smile in return.
"It's only one of the best places in the Outpost. I dance there. Ilker plays the hand drum." That last bit sounded added on for Ilker's benefit but the man had shut his eyes again. "There are drinks to sate your thirst, food to sate your hunger, company to sate you loneliness."
This time, the last bit seemed added for the Ethaefal's benefit and it took Yomila by surprise.
"It's a pity you missed my performance," Tyri said, not allowing the simmering between them to dissipate any further. "With enough drink and encouragement, I could be persuaded to offer an encore."
This time, Tyri's cleverness was in vain, the double-meaning completely missed by the Ethaefal. The woman noticed it but maintained her warm encouragement.
Not all was a loss.
"Is that were I can find you, then? In the future," Yomila asked softly, silver eyes once more wandering Tyri's face, familiarizing herself, appreciating the way the firelight emphasized the curves of her cheeks.
Tyri's smile remained steady, "There... or here at the Fountain Square." There was a deliberate pause, playful, "but I'm sure I would find you first.. when you choose to venture this way again." Her hand snaked along the platform again, once more bringing her fingers close to the Ethaefal's golden horns, eyes holding Yomila's own.
The Ethaefal felt a shiver run through her. It was warm and shook at the ice that still lingered within her belly. This was a new feeling to the young Ethaefal and it fluttered.
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The contact between the women was broken as Ilker approached and touched Tyri's shoulder, his hand moving to wrap around under her upper arm. His voice didn't belong in this moment - it sounded all wrong and out of place, "Come on, Tyri."
His blue eyed were in the process of turning to Yomila to further extend and invitation but the Ethaefal had stiffened, silver eyes flashing first to his hand and then up to his face. Emotions flickered across her features - protective, possessive.
"We weren't through speaking." Her words were lofty and stern, driving her pointed look home.
His hand moved away and he looked confused and he glanced down to his companion.
Tyri, however, watched the exchange unfold with interest, smile unwavering. She observed Yomila for a long moment and then extended her hand towards the Ethaefal. It hung limp, palm down, two ring-laden fingers lifting towards the ethereal being.
"Oh bright star," the term of endearment was full of flowery praise, "are you sure you do not want to come along?"
Yomila barely hesitated, lifted her own hand slightly from her lap, and welcomed Tyri's. Palms met. Tyri's laugh tinkled again and Yomila gave the small, gilded hand in hers a squeeze. She released it after, finger tips brushing. Her hand returned to her lap.
The creature beside her stirred, eyes slitting open. It rose, stretched with a shudder, and settled back down, curling into a tight ball against her thigh. There was a moment where it held three sets of eyes before they rearranged amongst themselves, Ilker and Yomila's on Tyri, Tyri's on Yomila.
"Another time," Yomila said. It was a promise.
Tyri waited, tried to draw more from the Ethaefal. She nodded softly.
"I look forward to it."
She rose gracefully, sheath fluttering down her legs. She reached towards Ilker, placing a hand on the side of his arm. She was just about to turn away when her golden gaze fixed on the Ethaefal once more.
"If you do plan on keeping it then head to the Administration Building. You'll be given everything you need to look after it." The woman nodded at the ball of fur.
Yomila regarded the creature. Her silver eyes found Tyri's golden ones, "Do you have any?"
Tyri laughed as she stepped away, looking over her shoulder, "I have three. You should meet them."
This left a smile on the the Ethaefal's face and her silver eyes found the creature once more. She felt warmed from her encounter with the dancer and saw the cat with fresh eyes. Whereas before she was uncertain, now she felt differently towards the thing that seemed to trust her so easily in so short a time.
"What am I going to do with you," she cooed softly, eyes roaming the striped pattern on its fur. "I've never taken care of anything before."
The creature did not weigh in on the conversation, only rumbled, the vibrations more distinct now that it was pressed against her.
Yomila smile tightened despite herself. She felt like she should touch it, stroke it, but she had only ever stroked horses to calm them. The cat appeared calm. Serene. She chose to keep talking, "Are you meant to be vibrating?" Her voice was still soft, tinged with concern. She figured this rumbling was normal but it was a new sensation.
So much from tonight was new.
It stirred again and stood, walking around her folded legs and brushed against her knees. It paused once it had rounded her other side then turned, looking like it was going to repeat the motions but regarded her lap instead. Without warning, it hopped onto her thigh and began making its way across. Whereas before its movements had been pure grace and elegance, it now moved at a trundle. Not understanding where he anatomy lay beneath the cloak in her lap, it took numerous missteps that drew a light chuckle from the Ethaefal. It reached her opposite thigh and dropped back down to her side, settling flush against her.
"Do you want me to keep you or do you think me a statue to lay upon?" There was mirth in her voice. It had been an age since she heard it, felt it.
She contented herself with watching this bizarre little creature and then risked some movement. She shifted and gathered her feet beneath her. The cat looked unimpressed, ears turning back. Yomila proceeded, righted herself fully, and gently tugged her cloak out from under the creature. It rose and trotted away a short distance. It paused as if waiting for her to make her next move.
The Ethaefal pulled out the map that Paul had given her and ran her gaze over it, trying to orient herself to the drawings on the parchment and where she was on the outlines before her eyes. Her eyes shifted between her surroundings and the map before turning it around, noticing it - or she - was facing the wrong way. She found the Administration Building and then lifted her gaze to move in that direction, wondering if it would be manned at this hour.
She regarded the cat again as she tucked the map away and began walking, taking ten steps before looking over her shoulder.
The cat followed.
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It was not a long walk to the Administration Building but it gave the Ethaefal enough time to think, musing over some of the information she ahd aquired. She couldn't shake a feeling of nostalgia that the Outpost had sacred animals like the Drykas. It was a tenuous connection at best, but one that still felt ironic while also tugging at a deep and hidden feeling of longing. Fate was a weighty thing, but the thought of this all being fated flickered in her mind.
There was a glow within the building so Yomila tried the wooden door and found it opening freely beneath her gentle urging. Once inside, the cat passed her and eyed the counter before leaping up onto where it then melted onto the surface, spread out in a display of limbs and fur. She was soon approached by a woman. The Ethaefal explained her situation, words piecing together in a methodical way, voice diplomatic, and was surprised to find how easily it all happened.
She was asked a number of questions about her intentions, lifestyle and where the cat would be living. Her answers must have been adequate as a basket was produced - which the cat made sure to sniff and inspect, instructions given, and then she was sent on her way. Yomila never thought once to try and pick the creature up and it appeared content to trail her, occasionally pouncing at her heels.
Once inside the Outpost's dovecote, Yomila looked at Paul guiltily. It was only upon seeing him again that she realized she hadn't spent any mizas like he had suggested.
His eyes were still gentle as he regarded her and then looked down at the cat that rubbed against her calves.
"I see you made a friend."
"I-" The Ethaefal found she didn't know where to begin. The Cat. Tyri. She had barely even explored the Outpost yet it had given her so much in so little time. Her full lips pulled into a flustered smile and she concluded with a small nod.
The man reached down towards the cat and Yomila watched as the creature lifted its head and approached the proffered hand, sniffing his fingers before rubbing against them. It turned and then walked the short distance back to the Ethaefal and once more passed its body against her boots.
"Have you thought of a name for him?"
The Ethaefal shook her head, watching the cat quietly, having not thought about that or whether it had been male or female. The calm this place had put her in earlier was back and she felt the stirrings of exhaustion tugging at her, pulling at her eyes.
"Something will come to you," Paul assured her.
His kindness was almost too much and she favored him with one last weak smile before passing back through the way she came, cat trailing behind.
It was a strange sensation to be back in Syliras' dovecot. It felt so muted and spartan in comparison to the grandeur of the Outpost's. It suited the castle but she found herself longing for where she had just left. It was a selfish longing, a desire to indulge herself, and she shrugged it away as she retreated to her equally spartan apartment.
Reality began to clutch at her and she made the appropriate preparations for the morning, locating what she would need and arranging them neatly next to the table by her bed. Her silver eyes found the basket she had set upon the chest that sat at the end of her bed and began to rifle through it, pulling out the items it contained. Inside was a small grooming kit, a leash, two bowls and what she deduced to be a week's worth of food.
She set the bowls down near the hearth after finding places for the other items and filled one with food and the other with water from her waterskin. She then stripped down to just her shirt, set her boots next to the chest, and folded her trousers over the back of a nearby chair.
She drew herself up onto the bed and watched as the cat roamed, sniffing at its surroundings, fearless and curious as it oriented itself to its new domain. Her smile returned, seeing a bit of herself in the little creature.
"I don't know what to call you," she said sadly.
The cat didn't seem to mind, it was dutifully rubbing its cheek over the corner of a bedpost.
Her body yearned for sleep and she reluctantly obeyed, returning under the covers, eyes closing. There was a muffled thud and then a shift of the mattress, the soft noise of the sheet moving beneath soft, purposeful steps. The Ethaefal was on the verge of sleep when the cat settled next to her blanket covered thigh and began its raspy rumbles once more.
For the first time since her fall, Yomila slept soundly.
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The day had drawn on, filled with drills and sparring. It had been a particularly grueling training session and Yomila felt leady as she slowly made her way back to her apartment. Usually she would have sought refreshment with the other squires, habitually going through the motions and remaining with the group while keeping the distance that felt like such an intrinsic part of her being. Today she deviated, her mind finally free to think about the small living thing she had left in her apartment.
She had felt guilty leaving it behind this morning, fearing how it would fare in the enclosed, windowless space. It had taken every bit of willpower to push these thoughts from her mind when training had begund. But now, free of duty, it ran wild. Part of her felt cruel for bringing it back only to trap it within the castle walls. It ate at her, a black thing that squeezed her tight.
She heard it as she approached her door, noisy yowls sounding plaintively, and she pushed the door open in a rush.
The cat leapt down from her bed once she entered and meowed once more, the sound louder than Yomila expected. It trotted towards her on the tips of its numerous toes, bright jewel-like eyes open and wide and looking at her in such a way that it caused something to flicker violently in her mind, like a candle sputtering before going out.
She was suddenly elsewhere, wind pulling at the hair that had fallen loose from her braid. A Strider was approaching her at a trot, head bobbing, ears forward and eager. She raised her hand and it lowered it dark nose to meet it.
"Mykom."
Her voice was strained, caught somewhere between a cry and a sob. Her body shook as she was shot roughly back into the present, breath coming in ragged huffs.
The cat nuzzled into the hand she hadn't realized she had lifted in this life and the Ethaefal made a strangled noise as hot tears pooled in her eyes. She dropped in a heap where she had stood, just inside her door, and let the cat rub against her, taking in the feel and the deluge of emotions it brought to her.
There was joy there, mixed in with everything else. It pawed at the thing that sat heavy in her chest.
"Mykom," she repeated, her small mouth tugging into a tight smile, wet eyes watching the cat nest in her limbs. "I'll call you Mykom. My friend."
Mykom the Outpost Cat :
Name: Mykom Age: ~5y/o Sex: Male Breed: Stray/Short hair Appearance: Mackeral tabby with big, slanted Amazonite eyes. Temperament: Independent but likes being near Yomila. Social when it suits. Strongly dislikes being held.
*Items listed from The Outpost Codex:*
"Cats and doves can be adopted and taken to any domain from The Outpost. The Keiss will even give adopters a small adoption kit with food, bowls, leashes and grooming tools in it."
