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  [h3] Felix and Faris[/h3]

  "Oh yes, master, there are people here!" Felix exclaimed happily to Marco. He jumped up onto the counter, pacing around waving his tail around. "There will be so many things to do! We simply must organize a dinner..." Felix began worrying, taking to nobody in particular. As he spoke, Faris slunked into the room, sliding along the wall, and tugged on Felix's shadow. It was a storage feeing having your shadow touched- much like having your hair pulled, it wasn't exactly a part of you, but it was attached to your spirit. And Felix nearly jumped out of his skin from the strange sensation. He yowled and turned, looking for someone and seeing nothing, not noticing Faris on the wall.
  "Why are they here?" Faris whispered, and Felix saw him. A look of feline surprise came over his face. The youngest prince hadn't left the attic in years. The only reason Faris was talking at all was that it was only Marco in the room, and he hadn't ever used Faris for nefarious purposes, unlike some of his less tame brothers.
  "Well, erhhh..." Felix stuttered, unsure of how to conduct himself in front of the young master.