it is the best way.she validates, pulling one paw free of sucking mud.
she does not spot the tracks, merely follows him. thinking on his words.
nobody would mistake you for any other cat, my lord.the streets and canals are in her mind.
you don't look the sort to steal the wares from a fishmonger!
her giggle pauses as one paw sinks lower than the rest. she needs a moment to pull herself onto the firmer path again.
and your women... i hear they don't have any of your wonderful mane. how unfair.hair as dense and blonde as his would certainly look great styled atop a courtesan's head.
