twenty seven

[lionesssejant]

Seeing Ed was a small comfort. He's well. I should be glad. I think that it only makes his absence felt more the past few days. He'll come back again. Someday. Soon, let it be soon. Just like him to keep us all in suspense.

A full moon once more. I almost forgot. I'm so glad that I invested in larger outfits. A robe for an entire day would never do

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[lionesscouchant]

It's been a nice week, hasn't it?

[lionesssejant]

Over all, yes.

[lionesscouchant]

I'm pleased. Even if getting older is always a little odd.

[lionesssejant]

I like it. It's like being our real selves and everyone can see.

[caughtthebullet]

Before Adrian Veidt actually announces his own presence, it's the genetically modified lynx who steps out first. Bubastis stalks like the best of any big cat, but her fur in stripes of purple and lavender are rather not conducive to ambush hunting. In any case she isn't really hunting at all, just investigating her surroundings while her master does whatever it is he does when he's alone in the gardens.

[lionesssejant]

Just because she's familiar with a big, benevolent lion doesn't mean that Susan assumes that all large cats that cross her path are friendly. "Oh my!" she cries out. The instinctual step back makes her ballet flats kick up some of the turf, even though she has no quiver or arrows with her she moves as though to take them up.

A purple cat? It is not a cat at all. Shock doesn't allow her mind to come up with the correct type that its ears resemble, however elongated they may be. It sees her and has yet to pounce. This puts Susan at more ease. "Hello," she offers. In Narnia it would be rude to stare and not say anything at all.

[caughtthebullet]

"Bubastis," Adrian says, commanding although he hasn't even seen who it was the large feline frightened. The tone of voice is enough to let him know this person is not a threat (yet) whether or not she's alone (her with her family on the other hand is a force to reckon with).

It takes only half a second for the blond to realize who it is around this particularly cut hedge.

"Susan, right," he asks, offering the lady a smile that doesn't reflect an ounce of the direct order he gave to the cat who now joins his side.

[lionesssejant]

For half a heartbeat she thought the cat spoke. No, someone else did. The brightly colored beast responded. Bubastis must be its name. How curiously lovely.

Susan smiles back easily once she sees a familiar face. The man from before. He was kind to walk with her. "Yes, that's right. Hello again. That's quite a friend you have." All of the tension has left her stance.

[oshutup]

I don't think I've appreciated the full moon quite so much, up until now.

[lionesssejant]

What took you so long?

[oshutup]

To appreciate the full moon or to borrow your attention?

[lionesssejant]

To appreciate the full moon is what I meant. What about borrowing my attention?