Snippet #1905617

Eve raised a quizzical eyebrow at the cat, wondering why it was speaking. This place just kept getting weirder and weirder. A cat, of all things, was speaking. Speaking. It didn't quite click with Eve. She could handle a trip to Hell and back... but not talking cats. What-

I guess you wouldn't take so kindly to a talking bird either, Evangeline."

She felt a pressure on her shoulder. Eve slowly turned her head to see a small, sleek raven perched there. On. Her. Shoulder. 

Eve jumped and swatted the thing away. "Sweet Jesus!" she yelled in surprise. 

The raven fluttered onto the ground before her. "My dearest Evangeline, it would be wise not to mention such a name in an inappropriate place such as the Underworld."

Eve grew more suspicious, less surprised. "Don't call me 'dearest'. Now, who are you, why are you here, and why are you speaking?"
She looked over at Rand, as if to say, You see this too, right?

Eve turned back to the raven, who began talking again. "I am your familiar, Evangeline, here to assist and guide you on your many Reaper duties. My name is Saphier. But you may call me anything you like."

Eve was stunned. She crouched down and held her hand out. The small bird stepped into her palm, and she rose again. Despite the downright strangeness of the situation, Eve smiled at the raven, Saphier. It's voice reminded her of a... librarian. It was odd, but that's what it reminded her of. She wasn't sure why. Even so, Evangeline found that she may start to like this bird. 

She looked down at the black cat. "Thanks for helping us back there."