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βThey say that cats are angels with whiskers.β
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
Clover ran to the door when it opened, eager to see Erika once more. By now, the two servants had returned to their normal clothing, Fiyero in traditional familiar dress and Clover in the french maid costume someone had left forher this morning. "Welcome home Master!" Clover said eagerly, doing a curtsy that would make Cookie proud. Clover closed her eyes as Erika embraced her, running a hand through her fur. The kitten purred, rubbing her head against Erika's shoulder, Victoire peering around curiously. She skittered away when she saw the look on Erika's face, one that told of not wanting to be interrupted. The intoxicating feeling of being pet was beginning to grow overwhelming when Erika at last stopped, announcing that she was back.
She seemed to be in better spirits today, even if earlier on she had been clearly concerned about something or another. Not that Clover minded, the kitten seemed almost oblivious to everyone's problems. "Clover had fun today," the kitten reported. "Don't worry, she didn't get into any trouble." Fiyero reported to Erika and Eamon. "And you?" Eamon inquired accusingly, Fiyero lifted his hands, wearing his signature toothy smile. "Nothing perverted, promise!" He made a cross mark over his heart, wearing a grin that said maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth. The kitten followed the children back into the dining room, where dinner was being served. Sera shoveled her food down as quickly as possible while Alistair sat brooding over his plate.
Clover was between her Master and Lady Victoire once again, the older woman's fingers running through Clover's silky hair as she ate. "Clover is full," the kitten said once dessert was served. Alistair too, had retreated and Eamon and Fiyero excused themselves for the evening, leaving only the Lord, Lady, Erika, and Clover at the table. Clover's tail wagged in anticipation as Manfred gestured for the two girls to follow him, the kitten stuck close behind her Master as they made their way up the winding staircase and to the office with the lion knocker on it. Clover said nothing of the words Lady Victoire had thrown at her own son and daughter, as though she were ashamed of their very existence. It was not very parent like, the kitten noted, but then again, she had never known her own Mother, so who was she to tell?
"Have you thought over my offer?" Manfred inquired, taking a seat in the large chair behind the desk. He gestured to the two red velvet seats before him. Clover stood despite his offer to sit, even if her feet were tired in her heeled shoes, she would not sit before Erika took her place, as that was what Cookie had told her was only appropriate. Clover glanced at Erika, wondering if she was going to accept the offer that Manfred had so generously presented them with earlier in the day.