by Dayn on May 26th, 2011, 6:07 pm
Dayn was pleased with the response. He didn’t want to be eaten in the middle of the night, although that wasn’t completely out of the question. Once, when he’d been a slip of a boy, he’d taken in a stray that kept nibbling on his toes. That hadn’t gone down well with his father. The sons of knights weren’t supposed to spend their evenings playing with cats. No, they were expected to study musty tomes, and obediently discuss the importance of honor and valor and all the shyke the crusty old knights thought was of value. The cat was subsequently taken away from him and probably starved to death, or was crushed beneath the wheels of a cart. Since then, he hadn’t had much to do with cats.
His laughter began to subside. As he watched Isette, he slowly began to fit the pieces together. Her kind could shift into human form, but that didn’t mean they were like humans, as far as the way they thought or the experiences they had. Ever since he’d met her, he’d known there was something strange in her demeanor. He’d wondered if she was just a strange person, but it was more than that. Hearing her speak of not being used to people made him wonder if she kept herself apart not merely out of preference, but because she didn’t understand them. Did she merely watch and copy? That she’d played the part of the laughing whore so perfection wasn’t exactly a comfort, when arrayed against these sudden doubts. “Isette, how many summers have you seen?” Dayn steepled his fingers, giving her a reassuring smile to diminish the severity of the gesture. “Forgive me for asking, but what, exactly, are you doing in the midst of this city, apart from your own kind?”
Note: will be absent until late August / early September.
Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may;
The morrow's life too late is; Live to-day.
Robert Herrick