Cooking for...one. (OTA)

[innocendiary]

If anyone were to pass by Charlie's room on the first floor, they might notice the scent of things being cooked. Her door is partly open, mainly to keep an eye on anyone passing by. She had this weird idea that her luck was horrible and that one day either Rainbird or Hollister would show. And she'd even consider it terrible if her father showed up

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[faramir_hurin]

I didn't really expect the cat to come barreling out of my room as he did. Well, he always liked it when Sam was here across the hall cooking, but this doesn't smell like that. Still, it's food and he's already in the room except for the end of his tail... and that's inside now too.

"Olore!" I call out. "Olore mi'n Erume!"

This followed by more in Quenya about how rude it is to run from me and into places unknown. He's not so large as the black cat on this floor by quite a lot, but he still could be startling. My book goes on the counter and I'm following him quickly, approaching the open door with a bit of a red face.

[innocendiary]

Charlie only vaguely heard the mans voice, her concentration on shredding the insides of the squash. She noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and startled, shrieking just slightly. The fork she'd been holding fell to the floor as she watched the very large feline.

"Where did you come from?" She glanced towards the door and noticed the mildly annoyed looking man. "Is this yours?"

[faramir_hurin]

I hear a woman's voice, then I'm at the door and she's speaking to me. I am so embarrassed.

"Yes, he is mine. In as much as cats believe they belong to anyone." I'm trying to smile. "May I come and get him? He shouldn't jump up--he's supposed to know better."

[innocendiary]

Charlie nodded, one eye on the feline. "Yeah. Come on in." She tried smiling as well. "He's pretty."

[faramir_hurin]

I enter and swiftly pick up the cat before he can run again. He promptly noses through my hair to my ear in an irritating fashion. It tickles my ear, though I've been told that, from the outside, it looks 'cute'.

"He's a beautiful animal. He just needs to learn to listen a little better because not everyone wants to have him run into their room."

The red is fading now that I have him under control.

"My name is Faramir and this is Olore--Olore mi'n Erume. The village gave him to me, named and all."

between LJ screwing up and my kids getting sick, I apologize for how late this is!

[innocendiary]

"Olore," Charlie watches the feline, smiling. And that does look cute. At the introductions, Charlie extended her hand. "Charlene McGee. It's a pleasure to meet you and Olore." She paused, tilting her head slightly. "The village gave him to you?" That was an amazing bit of information.

[faramir_hurin]

I shift to hold him one-handed, which makes him cling, so I can shake the hand.

"It is good to meet you, Charlene." Olore's greeting was less formal.

"It did. One day I returned to my rooms. I'd been in the clinic, injured. He was there, waiting." It had been strange. "I called the animal shelter and they told me it was no mistake and told me his name. It's in Quenya, and I was the only person in the village at the time to know the language."

I smile.

"He was only half-grown then, but still bigger than the ordinary sort of cat that I'd been thinking about getting. The village must have believed that I wasn't thinking fast enough."

Because it's always your fault when LJ screws up and people get sick...