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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
Clover followed Erika, who spoke of the food and that Clover might be fond of it. The kitten had no doubts she would; at first, human food had been nigh intolerable. It was far too rich in flavor, but slowly, over time, she grew used to the strange blend of spices and aromas and they became pleasant to her. The kitten sat beside her new human, looking at the steaming plates before her and wondering why there was so much food. Clover wasn't fussy, for the last two months or so she had been living off of the scraps that her captors brought her twice a day. "Here, you'll probably like these," Rosemary, as Fiyero whispered in her ear to inform her who the woman was, said kindly. She plopped down various ominous blobs, each one smelling more interesting than the next.
Clover leaned down to lick up something, but someone nudged her in the ribs. It was that cat man, what did he want? He pointed to the fork, "Use this, food is hot." He muttered, clearly wanting her to be presentable in front of the head of the house. While Eamon did not seem fond of her, Fiyero had already grown attached to the pretty little kitten. Clover looked around, watching as Erika used a fork and knife. She lifted up her own, cautiously cutting through something that smelled like meat and placing it on her fork like Erika did. She watched as Erika lifted it to her mouth and mimicked her human, bringing it to her own mouth and licking it off of the fork. "Is... good!" Her tail and ears stood up at attention and she picked up another piece of meat, struggling slightly with her cutlery.
At Erika's behest, Clover rose, squirming under the scrutiny of the man who was clearly the Patriarch of the house. Clover sat back down once she was given the nod of approval, tucking back into the food on her plate. "Slow down a little," the butler in the corner mumbled disapprovingly. Clover couldn't help it, the most she had eaten all day was a drugged cat treat. All too soon, the food was cleared and dessert was served. Clover poked at the cake with her fork and for some reason, it began to leak. "You're supposed to eat it," Fiyero tipped her off and Clover hesitantly scooped some of it into her mouth. Once more, her ears and tail flew upright as the flavors danced across her tongue. "Yummy!" She said, finishing it too quickly.
It seemed her new human had a talent, something to do with a silver stick. Clover watched, enraptured, as the human began to play. Her ears twitched in rapt attention and her body swayed slightly to the music. When it was over and the other servant began to clap, Clover did too, albeit perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. Erika turned to her, asking her a question. "No... no know... music." Clover replied, wishing she could do something. "Can... catch mice!" She offered, wondering if a place this large and fancy even had mice. "Can also... draw pictures!" Not as nice as the ones that hung in frames, but nice enough for the mage to put them on his fridge.
Maple was much more gifted, she had already mastered human speech by the time Clover could grasp a few words. Maple was the better drawer too and she had learned to sew in the time that Clover had learned to write her name. The kitten yawned, beginning to grow tired, her ears drooped sleepily. After a large meal, it was nice to take a nice, long nap.