The cat feigned cleaning a paw. “Oh, no, young mistress. I've much better things to do than tail you around the festival. I had myself a very nice time at the bird pond, personally.” As he spoke this, he wished that it were true. Her guess had in fact been right on the mark. He had spent the bulk of his time chasing her around the festival while doing his best not to be seen. It was exhausting, and he wished they were going home, but he knew that was a pipe dream. The evening was still young, and she had joined up with some friends. There would be no dragging her home until they were all dragged home together, by their respective guardians.
Speaking of respective guardians... He knew that his absence was merely an illusion, and Sivain was likewise not far off, but they were an unusual case. Elliot's sister was to their knowledge a fairly mundane individual. “Where is Miss Charlie this evening, Elliot? I don't believe I've seen her around.”
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