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Thea entered from the direction of upstairs. She looked much better today, her cheeks were glowing, her hair was shiny and she was inclined to be nice to everyone, even a certain Frenchman. She stepped up to the bar and after a small hesitation asked for several things, none of which were exactly ordinary. Then she sat down in a booth and laid them out in front of her, scribbling hastily in a notebook.

Why not ask her what one does with an chunk of Celestite, some salt and a bowl of water?

[OOC: Note that I have installed a new icon because I have far too many to keep just one on for long. Feel free to bother, in fact it is positively encouraged.]

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[mogget_cat]

*For great millitimeyay, something soft and unnaturally white wraps around her ankle.*

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Thea looked down at the cat and smiled, reaching down slowly to pet it. She loved animals and was secretly glad Blaise wasn't here. She always wanted animal parts from the wild creatures Thea rescued.

[mogget_cat]

*The unnaturally white cat brushes against Thea's fingers, purring. It's fur is quite soft under her fingers.*

*Intelligent green eyes look up at her.*

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Thea blinked. Living in the world of humans taught you a few things.

"You're not a cat at all, are you?" She said, stroking it's fur gently.

"Something else...shapeshifter?"

Shapeshifter's didn't really appreciate a good stroke though.

[mogget_cat]

*The white cat just pauses, then leaps up lightly to settle beside her on the booth seat. Scritchers who have to lean to scritch eventually grow tired of leaning, and so the scritches end. It is much better, and more considerate, to not make them lean. The cat stretches out comfortably to enjoy the good stroking, purring loudly.*

*It's voice is somewhere between a mew and a purr, though with all the stroking going on, it's leaning to the side of a purr.*

Mm. Keep guessing if you want. I doubt you will guess correctly, however. Prrrt, right there.

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She stops petting it abruptly. Despite the fact that Mun is fangirling like mad having just finished the first of the trilogy.

"Sorry kitty, I'd rather not continue, when I'm not even sure what you are."

Witches instinctively know these things. But there was nothing like him on her world.

[mogget_cat]

*The white cat rests its head on its paws, looking up at the witch. His mun, however, is grinning like mad because more people should read those books. Because Mogget and Dog just rock so much.*

You scritch well enough, and for all relevant purposes at the moment I am what you see.

*For the mun wishes not to give away what Mogget really is to a mun who has not finished the series. Though, if the mun really wants to know, she can always go read the kitty's userinfo.*

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"Are you a shapeshifter?" She asked curiously.

"I have never felt anything like what I feel from you?"

Mun accidentally read it the other night, so it will be alright.

[mogget_cat]

*Alright then. It only comes to bear in the very last chapters of the last book, anyway. Yrael's mun wishes you well in reading the next two books, and the collection of short stories.*

*The cat stretches.* I am a shapeshifter in that I may change what shape I show to the rest of existence, but I am not a shapeshifter in the conventional meaning of the term. I change shape for I may not show my true shape in the bar.

*He nudges her hand with his head, in case a scritch might be hidden there.*

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She scritches his ears. She's used to obedience towards small, cute animals.

"Why can't you show your true form. It's not like a naked man or something, is it?"

A slight blush appeared on her cheeks at this question, but she didn't realise it.

[mogget_cat]

*The mun says ignore the icon, for it is only meant as a joke. Though it has been used as a good distraction during plot, sometimes.*

*The cat smirks.* No, my true form is not that of an unclothed human. I am a Bright Shiner, and my true form is as bright or brighter than some planets' suns. People caught unawares tend to go blind.

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Mun is finding it very difficult to ignore the droolworthy icon.

"Well, I'm glad you are a cat right now then. I'd rather not be blind."

Especially without the benefits of visions, like Aradia. She stroked the cat over and then scritched the ears again.

[mogget_cat]

Most people would rather not be blind, I have found. Out of respect for the peace in Milliways, where I have made my home, I keep physical form unless I have need of my true shape.

*He's still in catshape, but the mun cannot help but show off icons.*

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess, accompanied as usual by a crow and two squirrels, stops and looks curiously at the things on the table.

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Thea didn't notice, she was too busy scribbling. She felt a presence of course, but people looking curiously at her was nothing new.

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess hesitates for a moment. Then the crow makes her decision for her, as he flaps over the the bowl of water and uses it as a birdbath.

"Peter Aurelious, stop!" the Ordinary Princess says. "I'm so very sorry," she adds, addressing the woman at the table.

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"That's alright." Thea smiled and her eyes glinted, despite the lack of sunlight in the room.

"I like animals." She imitated the crow's harsh tones, not sounding human anymore.

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess's eyes open a little wider. She talks to Peter Aurelious all the time herself, but in her tongue, not his.

"That's Peter Aurelious," she says finally, and the crow says "Qwa!"

"And the squirrels are Mr. Pemberthy and Simon Perryvall. Simon Perryvall used to be an acorn shell, but he got alchemized. And I'm Amy."

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She wasn't talking to him, just imitating. She was a witch, but she could only communicate with animals telepathically.

Thea reached out a slender tanned hand.

"Thea Harman. Unity."

It was the age old greeting of the witches. She was a little uncomfortable using it, but this bar was a different sort of place. Not Night world, not human world.

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess looks at the extended hand. It's not the first time someone has showed her a hand, and she still has no idea why. Confused, she instinctively reverts to court manners and sweeps an extremely elegant curtsey, given that she's dressed like a kitchen maid.

"It's very nice to meet you, Thea Harman Unity."

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Thea drew her hand back, figuring that where Amy came from that must be how things are done.

She attempted a curtsey herself, got her heel stuck in her jeans, whapped an ankle on the table and almost fell over.

"No, unity is just a greeting, call me Thea."

[kitchen_maid]

"Oh," says the Ordinary Princess. "Are you all right, Thea?"

She looks again at the things on the table. It doesn't look like Thea is cooking. "What are you making?" she asks, curious.

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"I'm trying to make the door reappear, really I'm just brainstorming."

She'd rather ignore the fact that Amy saw her almost fall over.

[kitchen_maid]

"Trying to make a door reappear?" the Ordinary Princess asks, being far more careful with her italics this time. "Did a door vanish?" In the Ordinary Princess' experience, this in not normal door behavior.

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"The door I came through... it's not there anymore."

Thea looked hurriedly at her notebook, hoping to look less crazy.