Flexible Morals Ch. 04

"Well, after I had done my cowering from the monster, I noticed that he hadn't yet tried to eat me. So I looked up and there he was, watching me just like he did with you a minute ago. Then he— he... oh goodness..." A troubled croak spilled from Drop's lips.

"What?" Phyre asked, her voice shifting briefly from the cat, as she walked the street alongside its perch, to the frog.

"He told me the way back to the river and he said that I should wait there until something happened. I think he planned for us to meet. He found someone for me to give my wish to. He wants to help you, I think."

"But you made him out to be all menacing before." Although Phyre hadn't yet decided to label the cat as warm and friendly, he certainly didn't seem as diabolical as Drop had implied.

"Well I hadn't realized the significance of everything he'd done until now. I'd been waiting at that spot in the river for nearly three days, you see, unsure as to whether it had all been some sort of trick. I'd been just about ready to shuffle along when those birds showed up."

Phyre considered the frog for a moment. She was briefly aware of several Fissurites watching as she strode briskly down the street. None appeared to have noticed the cat traversing the rooftops.

"I don't know if I trust him," said Phyre as her voice returned to the feline.

"Well I shouldn't think so. He's not even made his case yet. Let's at least hear the fellow out before we decide anything, mm?"

"Alright... But I hope he isn't planning to lead us much further."

At the end of the street, Phyre spotted the cat waiting for her. It stared right at her occumarks with those obsidian eyes, blinked once, then curled around and began padding towards the forest. There was nobody present but herself and Drop to see the cat pass.