[ The cat's eyes narrow, eventually falling shut as she enjoys the scratch on the chin Beatrix is so kindly offering her.
Trahearne, too, takes a moment to pause in his unpacking and turns to watch his pet (daughter, now?) and his friend interact, a fond smile crossing his face. His feline companion is free to come and go from the house as she pleases--he has told her that, many times, though knowing perfectly well she doesn't understand him--yet she stays put. And as such, she hasn't met too many of his friends. It's been nice seeing her get acquainted with his friend these past couple of weeks. ]
I found myself caring for several cats whilst I served as marshal. [ He crosses his arms, gaze drifting as he thinks on them. ] Some were strays, some came into my care because their owners died in battle. And while not all warmed up to me and my subordinates as quick as others, I did notice one thing they all had in common.
[ His eyes settle on Beatrix, unsure if she realizes he's looking at her. He still recalls her dream from several days ago, and though it'd left him with mixed feelings, this interaction only solidifies the conclusion he had tentatively settled on. ] They often see beyond the personas and boundaries we put up; they care not for our pasts and accomplishments and failures. They're content to accept us for who we are.
[ Which is why, he thinks, a cat suits himself so well. ]
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Trahearne, too, takes a moment to pause in his unpacking and turns to watch his pet (daughter, now?) and his friend interact, a fond smile crossing his face. His feline companion is free to come and go from the house as she pleases--he has told her that, many times, though knowing perfectly well she doesn't understand him--yet she stays put. And as such, she hasn't met too many of his friends. It's been nice seeing her get acquainted with his friend these past couple of weeks. ]
I found myself caring for several cats whilst I served as marshal. [ He crosses his arms, gaze drifting as he thinks on them. ] Some were strays, some came into my care because their owners died in battle. And while not all warmed up to me and my subordinates as quick as others, I did notice one thing they all had in common.
[ His eyes settle on Beatrix, unsure if she realizes he's looking at her. He still recalls her dream from several days ago, and though it'd left him with mixed feelings, this interaction only solidifies the conclusion he had tentatively settled on. ] They often see beyond the personas and boundaries we put up; they care not for our pasts and accomplishments and failures. They're content to accept us for who we are.
[ Which is why, he thinks, a cat suits himself so well. ]