17th of Winter, 519
"Jomi!" Madeira shouted, her trademark Mom Voice slicing through the quiet morning like weaponized disappointment. "I know you're here. If you make me call you again it'll not go well for you."
The small spiritist stood in the middle of the open first floor of the Infinity Manor in her pink nightdress and robe, a hundred pounds of concentrated displeasure, with a frown on her lips and thunder in her eyes. In one hand was her cocked hip, the other held a small stone figurine. Spooks the not-cat, an inky black creature with bone armour and long wickedly pointed teeth, was winding around her bare feet, meowing plaintively. He was bored, all cooped up in the house while the snow fell in endless drifts. He wanted her attention and his new ploy was to try and get it with pity. The Spiritist edged him and his sharp claws away with her toe.
Then the moment Jomi showed himself Madeira's eyes snapped to the ghost, and she thrust the familiar figurine out so hard it ended up halfway through his chest. It was a small, polished stone Okomo made of jade that sat prettily in her uncovered hand.
"Look at what Moritz was playing with!" she hissed like an angry goose, waving it in Jomi's face like shame was something that could be applied with vigorous scrubbing. "You can't just leave these things lying about! He's just a toddler, he could have been crushed!"
It looked innocuous to the naked eye, but both of them knew better. The thing was a magic item, made to animate and expand to the size of a real Okomo upon a verbal command. Harmless in itself, but certainly not something a curious toddler should be sticking in his mouth.
Suddenly the figurine dropped to the floor with a crack and Madeira wheezed with exertion as a ten pound cat creature dropped into her arms out of nowhere. Spooks looked up at her, on his back with his paws curled and his lamp like eyes wide and beseeching. He mewled like a tiny kitten.
"Not now, Spooks", Madeira huffed, unceremoniously dumping the cat to the floor. But Spooks never hit the ground. With a shiver of disturbed air and a lingering smell of liquorice candy the creature disappeared, only to reappear on the kitchen table several feet away with his armoured back to them and the tip of his tail flicking his displeasure.
"Listen," she turned back to the ghost, ignoring the cat. "We're going to get everything you own all laid out and we're going to pack it away... somewhere. Go hunt it all down, I'll corral everything down here. I want every bobble and knicknack accounted for. If you have so much as sneezed a glob of soulmist I want it accounted for. Understood?"