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*Kitty.*

*Um... well, not'kitty.*

*Over there, on the bar.*

*Go give him a scritch/pet/stroke/fish/whathaveyou.*

*He smiles at her, a catty smile, but he can't help that in this shape.*

Ah, good evening, Lady Moiraine. It is good to see you again. It has been too long.

"It has been quite some time, yes." She lifts one hand as if to scratch him behind the ears, but pauses, awaiting consent.

"How are matters with you?"

*He pushes his head under her hand, purring warmly.*

Well enough, my friend. Well enough. Quiet, for the time being, for which I am thankful. And you? Are things well?

She scratches behind his ears.

"As well as may be expected." Serenely, with a careful sort of calm. "But you have found them quiet?"

They have been quiet for me, though for others I cannot speak. Svava has an errand to go on for Snow, and is or was in the process of moving into the Staff Wing. Nita and I had to speak over the topic of a person who had harmed a friend of ours. Faith just got back from a vacation on a deserted island. And a girl who calls me Buckley has been at war, it seems.

Quiet for me.

She tilts her head, listening, although the motion of her hand does not cease.

"Which war is this-- or perhaps I should ask, which girl?"

A pause.

"I have some interest in Nita. She is well, I may hope?"

I do not know the girl's name, or else I did not take note of it. Cheerful girl, though. Calls me Buckley, after an old boyfriend, if I remember correctly.

*He stretches, flexing his claws.* Nita is well enough. She was merely concerned at the time. Things have settled down nicely.

"I am glad to hear that much, then."

Moiraine runs a hand down his back.

"There has been more than one war of late, that has affected those here."

*He purrs and arches his back to follow her hand.*

Would you tell me of them?

"Both were won, by those I would have preferred to win." And there is satisfaction in that.

"But there were losses, as well." A pause. "The Wheel weaves."

*He leans into her hand, purring. That purr carries comfort.*

There are almost always losses, in war. What wars were these?

"One on a place called Antar, for ... revolution, if you will."

A pause. "Another to destroy an Academy, for the sake of the worlds as well as the children who were there."

*The not'cat stretches out, langorously.*

At least both went relatively well. I am glad.

"Yes. As well as might be expected, and better than it could have gone."

Good.

It has been a week for meeting people, it seems, for me. Oh, and I met someone I do not think you would like, Moiraine.

"Which someone is this?"

Her hand on his back stills for a moment.

*Her hand is firmly nudged. She must have forgotten about the stroking. How careless.*

He did not mention his name to the innocent white cat who came to him for scritches. He wore rather odd clothes. He had one red eye, and a withered hand.

He had something of the scent of a necromancer or Free Magic sorcerer when they are at their peak, just before the magic they chose to use begins to show its highly corrosive nature.

She frowns slightly as she resumes petting him.

"I see. Someone to keep a watch upon, perhaps."

*He purrs.*

Perhaps.

*He stretches, flexing claws and yawning.* Mm. It is late.

"Perhaps you would wish to go and rest, then," she says serenely.

*purring* Sleep is good. I have been up too long today.

"Go and rest, Yrael." Serenely said, as she lifts her hand in order to lay it on the bar, requesting a glass of white wine.

"Light illumine and protect you."

*He gets up, drops lightly down from the bar, and wraps once around her ankle, purring.*

Just as long as it doesn't illumine me while I am trying to sleep, I am fine with it. Good night, my friend. Be well.

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