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There's an Elizabeth shaped mass outside by the lake. She's taking up one of the big rocks that has all the sun a cat could want. Her body is tilted in just a way that she's watching the forest from an upside-down view, occasionally tracking the birds in the tree tops as they flit from branch to branch.

Distract her before she tries to find out if she really can get to the tops of those trees?

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Elizabeth'tummy is the best perch for nappings ever.

Or so Yrael would say, if he were not so fervently pretending to already be asleep.

Well... he'd have a point. Soft, pliable, and warm.

Fingers idly brush across the fur of the not'cat. Cat on tummy means scritches!

Cat on tummy means scritches means purring!

So much for being asleep.

Mwahahahaha! Okay, so it's not actually said. But...it's...thought.

Scritches continue. "Hello Yrael."

"Hello, Elizabeth," he mwrrrs, contentedly enough. "How goes the day?"

There's a content sound with a soft stretch that's just perfect enough to not shift Yrael too much. "Lazily. Which is good." More scritches. "How goes your day?"

"Suddenly better," he says, blinking slowly at her with a smile. There is the shifting of paws, which run the risk of being tickly against one's tummy and ribcage.

There's the faintest jerk of muscles against the paws. Evil tickles. "Better is good, but why wasn't it better to start?" She'll remember Sabriel eventually. Honest.

"Possible enemies of a friend have arrived here, which has sent my friend into hiding. And, aside from breaking rule one to keep them from breaking both one and two, we can figure no way out of the situation."

The scritches pause a moment, just a passing moment of thinking before the movement continues. "Then you use the solution you have." It's the old Elizabeth talking, but when it comes to family that's the only Elizabeth there is. Family and friends are everything.

"I'm glad someone agrees with me," he says, possibly grumbling.

Someone makes a friend of his feel the need to go into hiding?

Dispose of the problem.

"The friend didn't agree?" It's more curious than surprised.

Not everyone can ignore a little death when it's needed.

It wouldn't even be death, in this case.

"He insinuated that it would somehow make things worse."

Pfft. As if.

Nobodies and their weird way of existence.

She frowns. "That doesn't make sense." Pause a beat before. "If they're no longer around, and no one knew what happened, how would it make things worse?"

"Exactly!"

Pout.

There are scritches to sooth the pout.

"Would said friend be angry if you took care of the problem yourself?"

"I could say. He's told me to stay away from them."

"Well that's no fun."

There's a missed beat in the scritches, "Had someone curious about the necklace you made me." The one that she's been wearing since she got it.

Earperk. "Oh?" He had almost forgotten about that necklace. Almost.

Well one would hope he wouldn't forget it completely. "Asked me if I was from the Old Kingdom because of it." Old Kingdom has the lit of a question to it because she's not too familiar with Yrael's world.

He wouldn't forget it completely. But it has become part of his image of Elizabeth; he feels the Charter in it when she is near, without thinking.

He... is silent for a moment.

"Black hair, pale, with bells in a bandolier across her chest?" Dry. Wilting dry.

Figures.

She gives a small nod. "Named Sabriel." Her fingers find under his chin to scritch softly. "She thinks the person that made my necklace is a Charter Mage." And she's using the word person on purpose because that's the impression she'd left Sabriel for who made the necklace.

"It is better for her to think so, right now. She doesn't know I am here." As far as he knows.

"Why did she have to come here?" Pout, kitty. Pout. "Did you get an idea of how old she is?"

Nooooo. Nooo pouts for kitties! Yrael gets snuggled. "Who exactly is she?" He's mentioned his siblings, never a Sabriel to her.

There's a small shake of her head. "Not sure. She mentioned she was dealing with a Mordicant feeding on a village before ending up here..." The name of the creature is tripped over a little, but with not knowing how common those things are, it's the best she can give him.

"I'm probably asleep in her world."

He spent a lot of those two decades asleep.

"She is the Abhorsen, Sabriel, the most recent of the bloodline I was made to serve during my imprisonment."

"Does that mean she wouldn't know you if you walked past her?" It's a hopeful question.

There's the faintest curling of her lip at that. There's a thoughtful sound, how she feels about that summed up in that one sound. Someone might be going over their earlier conversation.

"She would be able to tell what I was before I walked into the room. As to who, I do not know. It may depend on what shape I am in at the time." He kindly refrains from kneading his claws in agitation.

It's appreciated. "What happens if she finds out it's you and you're here?" The scritching fingers move to pet and play gently with the fur.

"We will just have to wait and see," he says, stretching out on his back, across Elizabeth's tummy. "It could be bad. It could be not so bad."

He doesn't know if 'good' is a possibility, however.

She settles her head back against the rock comfortably. She never did like waiting. "Hopefully it will be not so bad." With Yrael's power she's not sure she wants to see bad. "There's always an extended visit to St. Louis to help with the not being found." And it's got a Jason he can visit with.

(ooc: Mun must sleep. Has work in seven and a half hours. Will tag in morning. <3 *hugs*)

(*blinks at clock* Holy hell! Sleep be good. <3 *snugs*)

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