OOM: A Change of Perspective

[mogget_cat]

A few days had passed since the funeral when Yrael left a note for Jin Guangyao at the bar. Even translated by the Bar, Yrael's writing is thin spider-scratches upon the paper, letting Jin Guangyao know the offered Charter Skin was complete, and suggesting that Yrael could be found in the library should he wish to try it out.

One doesn't even need to go very far into the library to find him, either. The slant of autumn sunlight from a nearby window hits that particular high-backed chair in such a delightful way, warming the dark red cushion, that the not'cat could not resist napping in it. The neatly-folded Charter Skin sits on the table next to the chair, the multitude of Charter Marks forever flowing in and among one another through the fabric-like weave.

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[hat_and_dimples]

"Small," Jin Guangyao says. "Strong."

[mogget_cat]

"What do you smell?" Yrael asks, resting his chin on his forepaws at the edge of the table.

The library itself is a labyrinth of scents for a cat, old books and wood polish, paper and dust, the myriad smells of its visitors lingering long behind them.

[hat_and_dimples]

"Lightning and magic, paper and ink and dust, cedar oil, beeswax, sandalwood and tea," Jin Guangyao says. "Oh -- the last two must be lingering from my human shape."

[mogget_cat]

Yrael purrs, green eyes mostly closed, glad the shape offers what it should. Stretching for a moment, he gets to his paws with a pleased look. "There is much to experience."

[hat_and_dimples]

"Show me?" Jin Guangyao says, arching his back and stretching his tail.

[mogget_cat]

"Gladly," Yrael replies with a pleased smile. He leaps easily from the table edge over the new cat's back to land on his far side on the chair, and gently bonks his head against A-Yao's.

"Follow me," he says, dropping to the floor and making for the door.

[hat_and_dimples]

A-Yao hops off the chair and happily follows Yrael out.