Twisting Tunnels [EVENT]

[Shoki]

The drudge looked around with joy, pleased that the felines had been quickly found. Well, barring one large feline. She spoke up as the others discussed what to do with them.

“Oh, I don’t believe that they have a home but with their mother, I’m sure it would be better they have a home.” Alma looked around. Right, the mother! She better find her, cook was angry enough with just one feline stealing food, and if the mother didn’t have a home she would just go back to stealing stuff. Alma didn’t want that. In fact, if she had her say in it, she would just as soon give the mother a home as any of her kids. Suddenly a blur headed out into the hall and Alma started. That had to be her! She did not think her progeny would be able to move so quickly.

“Oh!” She darted forward a few steps before spinning suddenly and depositing the small one in her arms into Rallin’s arms. “Someone take care of it, I’m going to get the mother.” She darted back into the hall and dashed down after the feline, out of sight, and back into the twisting tunnels.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

So it was that Rallin found himself holding two little balls of fluff. Both dusty, both mewing, both warm, both cute.

“Mew, mew.”

“Mew.”

The little almost black one was larger, though not by much. The other, a sort of brownish color with a cream belly, batted at Rallin’s scruffy blond goatee.

Rallin smiled. “Little fighter, are you?” he whispered.

The kitten, for an answer, batted Rallin’s goatee with its other paw, then curled around and nibbled on his finger. Shifting the black kitten over next to the brown, Rallin started picking up the papers on the floor, looking each over before setting them on the table. Several crumbled at the slightest touch and he desisted, making a note to tell Gillian about the place.