"Holly," Rutile repeats, as the bat kitten's tail brushes under their fingertips, and then they are left alone when Holly decides no one in the room is worth her time anymore. Rutile stands, dabbing at their face and neck once more with the towel, and watches her go.
"Kit had a pet, too," they recall. "A bibiru. I wonder what became of it when--he vanished."
So many things had happened after that, and pets were never quite on the forefront of Rutile's mind; they had never thought to ask whether Flekk had found a new home. But Kit likely would have been sad to see the little thing suffer.
Rutile deftly folds the towel, in half once and then again, and lays it on the kitchen counter. The patterns woven into it would be the pride of even Red Beryl, with the bright colors and fine detail. "I'm sorry. You may not even know Kit; he was another Dreamfolk I spoke to often.
"Anyway, I don't know much about small animals, but I am sure Holly is very happy here."
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"Holly," Rutile repeats, as the bat kitten's tail brushes under their fingertips, and then they are left alone when Holly decides no one in the room is worth her time anymore. Rutile stands, dabbing at their face and neck once more with the towel, and watches her go.
"Kit had a pet, too," they recall. "A bibiru. I wonder what became of it when--he vanished."
So many things had happened after that, and pets were never quite on the forefront of Rutile's mind; they had never thought to ask whether Flekk had found a new home. But Kit likely would have been sad to see the little thing suffer.
Rutile deftly folds the towel, in half once and then again, and lays it on the kitchen counter. The patterns woven into it would be the pride of even Red Beryl, with the bright colors and fine detail. "I'm sorry. You may not even know Kit; he was another Dreamfolk I spoke to often.
"Anyway, I don't know much about small animals, but I am sure Holly is very happy here."