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There was a young man with a lion nearby him, watching curiously. His mother had silvery hair. But that was a bit further than silver.

*Not really silver, actually white. Seeming to feel eyes on him, the young albino man wakes.*

*unnaturally green eyes focus on the young man with a lion* Good evening.

"Hello," he answered. Very polite, well-bred it would seem, even for all of his barbaric gold. "Pardon my staring."

*Yrael sits up smoothly and stretches, catlike.* Pardon granted, of course, though I am obliged to ask who was doing the staring.

The movement was familiar and was almost, for just a moment, greeted with a smile. "I am called Cynric," he answered, leaving out his title, his lineage. Here, he didn't want to be Firstborn or Prince. He merely wanted to be a youth of his true age. "My lir is Lorrin."

*A lopsided, amused smile appears on the albino's face, lighting his green catseyes.* Good to make your aquaintence, Cynric.

*In the language of cats, which is mostly indecipherable by humans...* A pleasure to meet you, Lorrin.

"And what is it I should call you?" he asked as Lorrin watched the man curiously from his place.

He didn't move from his lir's side, but he did contemplate the stranger with yellow eyes. You speak the language of beasts - or some beasts, he said - both in cat, for Yrael, and over the lir-link, for Cynric.

It drew Cynric's attention quite quickly. "Lorrin? Your meaning?"

*He smiles.* Call me Yrael.

*Huzzah for leaving off titles.*

*grinning* Some beasts, indeed. I can speak most dialects of the language of Cats.

My kind is unknown in all the lands, said Lorrin. Odd that you would yet know the language.

"Indeed odd," murmured Cynric. But he shook his head. "But then, not all here come from our lands. A scant few - but not all."

*Yrael tilts his head, curious ~~as a cat~~.*

What lands are yours where lions are unknown?

"Homana, Solinde, Atvia, and Erinn," he answered quietly. Clankeep and Valgaard, he was child of them all. "There, lions are creatures of legend."

*simply* I have heard of none of those lands, I am afraid.

*His eyes sweep the bar and land on an entering figure.*

Ah, I am sorry, Cynric. I must cut this short. It was a pleasure meeting you. And you, Lorrin.

*He stands.*

Cynric nodded. "A pleasure to meet you as well."

And he turned his attention elsewhere, taking no offense at the man taking his leave.

Mary had a little..."damn." lamb, little "DAMN." There is a vague, unmusical noise comming from a chair nearby.

*Dammit, Yrael had been trying to ignore such amusical noise as he slept.*

*He doesn't even open his eyes.* Care to keep it down, Iris?

"Oh." she says cutely. "sorry."

*sleepily muffled* Huzzah.

Iris grins slyly and thinks for a moment. She puts the book down carefully and tries to remember something. There is the faint sound of a vibraphone in a odd tune. Iris begins to sing softly, but with perfect pitch.

I need some sleep.
You can’t go on like this.
I try counting sheep,
But there’s one I always miss.

Everyone says, "I’m getting down too low"
Everyone says, "You just gotta let it go"
You just gotta let it go
You just gotta let it go

I need some sleep
time to put the old horse down
I’m in too deep
and the wheels keep spinning round

Everyone says, "I’m getting down too low"
Everyone says, "You just gotta let it go"
You just gotta let it go
You just gotta let it go

*He does not purr. Really.*

...better....

Iris decides to annoy him a bit longer with some more music that she memorized. She focuses and several violins, cellos, and a string bass begin to play "Air on a G String" perfectly balanced. Iris closes her eyes to concentrate on lining all the pitches up perfectly. Her hand sweeps in tiny motions above her lap, as if she were conducting.

*He purrs.*

*After the song is over, he pauses.* Illusions can be alright, sometimes, I guess.

Iris grins, hops out of her chair, and flops down beside the sleeping not'cat on the sofa. "Sometimes?" she asks, grinning at him.

*He pulls the hat down over his eyes.*

That's what I said.

A black kitten pounces on Yrael's stomach and hops up to bat Yrael's hat. Iris' invisible hand tugs his hat up to uncover one eye. "Sleep can't be that much fun..." she says playfully.

*Yrael reaches up to remove the ~~kitten~~hand from his hatbrim.*

You wouldn't know, now would you?

Iris makes a cute moue. "I sleep." she replies, mock-defensively. "I never remember anything, so I do not think it's that much fun." she adds.

*Not sounding sympathetic at all, under his hat.*

Poor you, Iris. Poor you. My heart ~~if I have one~~ bleeds for you.

~~Which is a lie.~~

Iris sticks her tongue out at the hat and crinkles her nose at him. She gets up an flops back into her chair.

*Yrael, on the other hand, sit up.*

*And sees someone enter.*

You'll have to pardon me, Iris. I see a friend I must talk with.

Iris nods and begins playing "Mary Had a Little Lamb" again, with reckless abandon.