"...Though perhaps this is simply karma, given the reasons I last found myself in this building soaking wet."
At those words the Fool laughs, though maybe--just maybe--he sounds a trifle sheepish as he does so, a bit of embarrassed colour rising to his cheeks. He threads a bit of hair behind one ear, but the bat kitten saves him the awkwardness of having to admit that yes, perhaps he'd acted a bit rashly that stormy day at the turtle's head. (A bit? Come on now.)
He peers fondly down at the little animal as she winds her way between Rutile's legs, purring noisily and contentedly at all of the attention being lavished upon her. "Does it fly?" Rutile asks, and the Fool gives his head a slight shake.
"I would say Holly just falls, slowly," he observes wryly; Holly, apparently, is her name. As to her origins, he explains, "I came by her after the most recent shunt disappeared. A number of little ones like her were offered out during the masquerade; I thought it might be nice to have a companion."
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At those words the Fool laughs, though maybe--just maybe--he sounds a trifle sheepish as he does so, a bit of embarrassed colour rising to his cheeks. He threads a bit of hair behind one ear, but the bat kitten saves him the awkwardness of having to admit that yes, perhaps he'd acted a bit rashly that stormy day at the turtle's head. (A bit? Come on now.)
He peers fondly down at the little animal as she winds her way between Rutile's legs, purring noisily and contentedly at all of the attention being lavished upon her. "Does it fly?" Rutile asks, and the Fool gives his head a slight shake.
"I would say Holly just falls, slowly," he observes wryly; Holly, apparently, is her name. As to her origins, he explains, "I came by her after the most recent shunt disappeared. A number of little ones like her were offered out during the masquerade; I thought it might be nice to have a companion."