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Cat's Eyes Ch.3 1/4
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Altaryn esVayan -- Catseyes III
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© 1994 Tenebra
Part 1.
I was born, milady Kiriel, in ri'Shalhas. Have you heard of it? We are
little known, being only an island, albeit a large one, to the west of
here. We keep to ourselves, for the most part, and have little conflict
within. A very wonderful place, my homeland is.
You have mages here, you know how some are born with gifts in
manipulating energy. In ri'Shalhas, we have no mages of the sort you
have here; rather, we've witches. Hm, how to explain. Imagine a mage
and a witch each needing a task done by, oh, a bird. The mage would
simply bind the first bird in reach and force it into obedience. The
witch would speak to as many as necessary until finding one which agreed
to help willingly. Mages seek to dominate nature and have power over
it; witches prefer to share power with the land and the wild ones.
Yes, m'lady, you are quite correct, I am a witch. The blanket covering
us when we woke yestermorn I wove out of wind and moonlight. Look not
so wary, it would go against all I am to use my gifts to harm anyone.
My mother is witch as well. When she first found me talking to an
animal -- an otter, in fact, I was asking it what it was like to swim so
free -- she began to teach me. While I do have other talents, we soon
discovered that my strongest gifts lie in Healing. My mother is more
adept in other areas, so she sent me -- quite willingly -- to a Healer
who could train me properly. That training would be of little interest
to you, suffice it to say that it was very hard work but well worth it.
As much as I love my home, the eternal peace grows... monotonous, after
a time, and not long after I finished my training I left. Oh, I said it
was because there were more Healers in ri'Shalhas than were needed, that
my skills would be of more use outside, but the heart of it was simply
boredom. Yes, I can see you would understand that reason -- it shows in
your eyes, you needn't say it. So I found a ship, and left ri'Shalhas,
with many a tear shed both by my kin and myself.
Oh, so very innocent I was then! In ri'Shalhas there is little danger,
no need for doors to be locked or a knife to be kept near. Only luck,
I'm sure, kept me out of trouble during my first few days on the
mainland. For the most part out of trouble, at least, there were a few
incidents that are still somewhat embarrassing -- stop that smirking,
kitten -- that I would prefer to forget.
I had a room in an inn, that I later discovered I was paying far more
for than I should have, the keeper having spotted me as naive enough to
fall prey to it. I was somewhat bewildered by this concept of locking
the door, but I did, regardless. My senses are very sharp, and... you
would know, I think, how being on unfamiliar ground and uneasy can
sharpen one's senses still further. I heard the window swing, while I
slept, and woke, expecting the wind, one more harmless sound like the
handful of others that had already disturbed me. Not this time. I
think you know already, knowing our kitten there. I opened my eyes to
see Amber on his way over the sill, tail twitching like a cat's does
when she's stalking some unfortunate creature. I laid still, and just
watched him, waiting to see what he'd do. He went prowling around,
very quietly, had I not been so nervy I might never have noticed him
at all. He went through all of my belongings, and I expected him to
take something and leave. Truth, I may well have let him without
challenging, on grounds that he had greater need than I.
Simply steal something? No, Amber could not be so ordinary a thief as
to do that. He came over to the bed, and circled 'round, and I could
feel the weight as he settled himself at the foot on the far edge.
Behind me. And he was quite still, as only a waiting cat can be.
This was decidedly unsettling. I had a knife under my pillow, my past
few days had made me somewhat paranoid, and I rolled over and sat up
with the dagger in my hand, and demanded to know what he wanted, what
was he doing here.
He just looked at me, those eyes of his catching the moonlight from the
window, and said, "You make Amber curious, so Amber came."
This, as I'm sure you can imagine, was hardly an answer I expected.
Thank you for that flattering description, Amber, I do *not* think I
stared at you like a stunned ox. However, startled I certainly was, and
I could think of nothing to say for what seemed like forever.
Amber sighed, waved at my knife-hand. "Put knife away, I will not hurt
you." He grinned at me -- yes, that very same grin -- and said, "Then
Amber could not find out where you come from. Doesn't matter, will ask
tomorrow."
"Why tomorrow?" I asked him.
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End of Part 1.
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