@Kiss Of Night @dragonmancer
Dianna laughed, placing Ms. Muffins II on the table, as if displaying a weapon of mass destruction. The kitten stared at everyone with the wide eyes of a doe, focusing softly on the man eating raw fish, before scratching at the table. Dianna smiled at the cute little pet, stroking her behind the ears. “Even the most ambitious predators have fallen at the hands of Ms. Muffins II!” She announced enthusiastically, and the kitten meowed sweetly in response.
She remembered the many ways Wise One would punish her if she became overly cocky. Some were funny, others...not so much. She knew that she wasn't going to hold a dagger that had once been a spoon to the man's throat, that would give off a bad impression, and not everyone took it as lightly as she did. Instead, she would do something more playful, with quite possibly a sour result.
“Columbae.” She muttered, pointing at his chair. The wooden piece of furniture he was once sitting on became a small flock of doves. As soon as the initial shock wore off, they flew up into the rafters, leaving the white haired man without a seat. Dianna smiled warmly at him, before turning her attention to the man eating fish. He had brought up a good point. “Yes! That is a grand point! I would much rather go home, than stay here after we are done. A festering hole of criminals is not a place for me.”
Dianna laughed, placing Ms. Muffins II on the table, as if displaying a weapon of mass destruction. The kitten stared at everyone with the wide eyes of a doe, focusing softly on the man eating raw fish, before scratching at the table. Dianna smiled at the cute little pet, stroking her behind the ears. “Even the most ambitious predators have fallen at the hands of Ms. Muffins II!” She announced enthusiastically, and the kitten meowed sweetly in response.
She remembered the many ways Wise One would punish her if she became overly cocky. Some were funny, others...not so much. She knew that she wasn't going to hold a dagger that had once been a spoon to the man's throat, that would give off a bad impression, and not everyone took it as lightly as she did. Instead, she would do something more playful, with quite possibly a sour result.
“Columbae.” She muttered, pointing at his chair. The wooden piece of furniture he was once sitting on became a small flock of doves. As soon as the initial shock wore off, they flew up into the rafters, leaving the white haired man without a seat. Dianna smiled warmly at him, before turning her attention to the man eating fish. He had brought up a good point. “Yes! That is a grand point! I would much rather go home, than stay here after we are done. A festering hole of criminals is not a place for me.”
