Lirelle Osla appeared from somewhere in the back of the store, a musical of birdsong exploded as she moved swiftly to greet Ever. "Hello there. What can I do for you?" Lirelle smiled sweetly as, in her arms, she caressed a small furry creature, a kitten. It couldn't have been more than two weeks old, yet it slept soundly without even being near its mother. Lirelle, or so it was said, had a sixth sense with animals. If anybody in Syliras could live among them and earn their trust, it was her. |