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Cat's Eyes Ch.2 1/4
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Well-met By Moonlight -- Catseyes II
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© 1994 Tenebra
Part 1.
"Kirrriel."
I know that voice.
I glance towards it. Amber grins at me, the pupils of his eyes
contracted into narrow slits against the brightness of the marketplace;
the afternoon sun makes his tawny fur shine.
I'm getting more than a little fond of the rascal. A handful of times,
now, he's shown up with no warning, and I can't recall any lover I'd
choose over him. I can see, very clearly in my mind, Amber sprawled
naked on my bed when I opened my door, waiting as patiently as a cat by
a mousehole; I can almost feel the gentle kisses that woke me a few
nights ago. He chooses when, though; I can never find him, he comes
to me.
"I don't have any time right now, cat," I tell him regretfully. Even
roaming the market with him would be more fun than a job interview.
"I'm due somewhere in a few minutes."
He shrugs. "I've things to see to as well. I only wanted to tell
you... recall you the place I showed you, by the river? I will be there
tonight, if you wish to come."
Oh? This is a new approach. I catch him for a quick kiss. "Sunset?"
He grins again. "Sunset," he promises, and disappears into the crowd --
probably to pick a few pockets.
* * *
Amber's "place by the river" is some distance from the city proper. The
river, which bears Corelis' name, joins the sea a mile or so to the
north and west along a coastline equal parts barren rock and fertile
ground. During Amber's third or fourth visit, he lured me outside, to a
beautiful little clearing bordered on three sides by forest and on the
fourth by water, with only an almost-invisible deer-track leading to it.
I doubt anyone but a mhaurri would ever have found it.
Truth, the idea of spending the night in the company of my mhaurri thief
is more pleasant even than usual; that interview with a prospective
employer was nothing shy of infuriating. As much as Corelis has to
offer, I am rapidly losing the last of my patience with the merchant
class that controls the city.
However, there's no need to hurry. Simply being outside the walls with
the leisure to enjoy the colours of the sunset is somewhat too rare a
treat of late. The forest, as the sun yeilds to the moons, has been
among my favourite places since I was a child. What, I wonder, is Amber
planning, that he wouldn't wait in the city for me, that we could walk
together?
My happy musings of anticipation are interrupted by the sound of Amber
purring somewhere ahead, quite loud enough for it to carry.
If I'm here, what's making him purr?
I switch to moving as stealthily as I can, which is very, and I can see
through the screen of trees before anyone is aware of my presence.
Amber is there, with another, so dark as to be another of the gathering
shadows, but apparently nuzzling at Amber's neck.
Instant, intense, possessive jealousy. I calm myself as much as I can,
remind myself that Amber can do as he likes, but why did he tell me to
come here if he intended to be with someone else?
I step out of the trees, say his name, forcing my tone to be quiet,
questioning, not accusative.
He pulls away from his companion to half-turn and face me, gives me one
of those smiles that seem to say, *you're here, I couldn't be happier.*
"Good evening, Kirrriel."
The thought crosses my mind, ridiculous in the situation, that I will
someday convince him to just say my name, not purr it.
"A new friend?" I ask, carefully neutral; said friend also turns, but
I'm less than interested in that, I want an answer from Amber.
"An old frriend, new-come to Correlis." He tilts his head to one side,
one more of those captivating habits of his, regards me thoughtfully
before the smile comes back. "You forrgot."
"What did I forget?" What *could* I have forgotten?
"When we last were here. You said you had never been with more than
one, and you thought you'd like to. I promised."
*Now* the memory registers, a bit late, of lying here with Amber in the
moonlight, and wondering aloud, wistfully, what a trio would be like.
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End of Part 1.
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