Curiosity Killed the Cat [Closed, Incomplete]
WHO: The Disreputable Dog and Rukia Kuchiki
WHAT: A visit to a curious newcomer.
WHERE: The Clinic.
WHEN: Day 292.
To be quite honest, the Dog had been feeling a little lonely lately. First the Abhorsen, then the Mogget (whom she would even admit, at this point, she missed) had left her, and there was now no one she had previously known.
Oh, she'd made new friends, to be certain, and the locals were always willing to stop and give a friendly dog a pat, but her new friends always seemed to have something else to do or somewhere else to be.
So now, with the arrival of the sister of someone she had considered a good friend and the friend of another just the same - she was perhaps understandably excited. Here was someone she could talk to, someone who might be interested in some of the things she had to say.
And add to that the fact that Miss Rukia seemed quite intelligent, able to pick up that there was something different about the Dog - in addition, of course, to the simple fact that she could read and write. And talk. No, something more, which not many here had ever picked up on.
So it was quite happily that the Dog trotted down the streets and toward the Clinic. New friends, new conversations, new people to scratch behind her ears. How could her day possibly get any better?
WHAT: A visit to a curious newcomer.
WHERE: The Clinic.
WHEN: Day 292.
To be quite honest, the Dog had been feeling a little lonely lately. First the Abhorsen, then the Mogget (whom she would even admit, at this point, she missed) had left her, and there was now no one she had previously known.
Oh, she'd made new friends, to be certain, and the locals were always willing to stop and give a friendly dog a pat, but her new friends always seemed to have something else to do or somewhere else to be.
So now, with the arrival of the sister of someone she had considered a good friend and the friend of another just the same - she was perhaps understandably excited. Here was someone she could talk to, someone who might be interested in some of the things she had to say.
And add to that the fact that Miss Rukia seemed quite intelligent, able to pick up that there was something different about the Dog - in addition, of course, to the simple fact that she could read and write. And talk. No, something more, which not many here had ever picked up on.
So it was quite happily that the Dog trotted down the streets and toward the Clinic. New friends, new conversations, new people to scratch behind her ears. How could her day possibly get any better?