4th Life:

[idomore]

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[It's awful late. Cat should be asleep, but sleep has been hard of late, with worry spiraling around in his head, curling in his stomach and sitting there, steadfast. He tries to make himself sleep, like a spell, but it doesn't work, not really. He thinks maybe he got it wrong last night, because he'd had cramps for the next

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[idomore]

If it weren't Millie, Cat might have felt cornered. He's annoyed with himself for not having noticed the spells, or his tripping them, for having woken Millie. Hopefully only Millie. As it's well too late now to do much about it, he doesn't linger on it. There's too much else to think about besides, without that topping it.

It is Millie, and even when she's a only a few years older and much more uncertain, Cat can't help but like her. His smile almost looks like a smile.

"Probably not," he agrees, half-attending to her, and half to the horse. His slumber is lighter now, and Cat takes a step toward Millie's figure, a darker shape in the moonlit stables. His eyes are well-used to the shadows now, and he can see her clearly, the rounded pleasantness of her face, both familiar and new. He doesn't want to leave the quiet of this place, a quiet that isn't quite that with the horses breathing, shuffling, horseflesh twitching, the deep, earthy smells of hay, dirt, manure, sweat.

But, he doesn't want to wake Syracuse, either. And if they're moving, there might not be a talk.

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[iknowmore]

Unfortunately, Millie wasn't the only one woken up by the spells going off. At first when it's just Cat, Christopher decides to let the young enchanter be. Maybe he needs some time to himself. But when Millie leaves the apartment as well he can't help but follow to see what's happening.

Hopefully Grant wouldn't wake up and panic at finding the rest of the apartment empty.

He doesn't bother changing into normal clothes to go after the other two - and as he has no fantastic dressing gowns yet, he was just in normal pyjamas. For once he remembers Syracuse's dislike of magic and doesn't appear too close to the stables. He looks around the door once he gets there.

"I say, is this a private party or can anyone join in?"

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[idreammore]

Millie clucks her tongue. She had woken Christopher. Well, that explains the nagging, forgetful feeling she'd had when she left. She'd thought it was the spells.

"Only if you've got books for me," she teases, but even to her the joke sounds stretched half-thin. She fiddles with a hole in the sleeve of her dressing gown. It needs mending. She could do it in a few seconds by magic, but she would rather go about it the slow, tedious way. It will keep her hands busy and give her a chance to sit and enjoy a brief respite. Between Klartch, the food, and everything, she's had precious little quiet lately.