It's not my fault she likes me better.

(yen had magicked the toy calanthe has been visciously attacking (bedding might be unnecessary to waste her magic on but cat toys? completely necessary). she never met the lioness of cintra due to her disdain for the brotherhood but she had heard stories and after knowing ciri -- well this cat seems to be living up to her namesake, at the very least. it's been nice having a place to rest while she figures out what to do next.

she wishes it was a problem with threads she could easily follow like things with mammon were -- but this she will have to figure out on her own. eventually she'll have to stop hiding and tell geralt the truth and let things fall where they may.

still, it's nice to not have to rush it. to be a welcome refugee in this home, not just by jaskier but tech as well. and of course the cat she's grown so fond of. she rolls her eyes fondly at jaskier's words.)

If you think having to grab a few pillows will stop me from taking what is rightfully mine you don't know me as well as you think, bard.