["Another quiet day..." is what Jill would say if there was ever an actual quiet day in this place, but today has been quite exciting. A cat, a man comes up and pleads to her, needs a home and wouldn't Jill please take a chance on one? It's a mouser! It'll hunt bugs! Nothing gets by this furry baby! Her name is Bluetooth!
(What a strange moniker. As far as she can tell, all the cat's teeth are white.)
The man almost dumps the bundle of grey fur in Jill's arms before she can argue against it, but once she takes a look into those sweet eyes, she's gone. She already has trouble saying no to a person in need, but an animal who is practically defenseless in her mind? Regardless of whatever hyping up the cat sanctuary workers are professionals at, none of that is needed because Jill has already decided to take in the little thing, hoping that Torgal won't see it as a snack instead of a potential sibling.
But before any introductions happen, Jill needs to gather some supplies because she's pretty sure there's nothing at her apartment fit for a cat to eat especially when she used up the last of the milk in her morning tea (cats can't drink milk? Not in Valisthea. There was always a saucer for a stray and no one complained.) So with that in mind and feline in arm, she's making her way through the Nogard streets towards the markets when suddenly a commotion off in the distance yanks at her attention.
Jill isn't the only one who is concerned about the yelling and screaming. Bluetooth suddenly leaps from her arms with a deep growl that belies the gentle gaze from earlier and with ears pointing to the side, the cat lands on its feet with ease and skitters off towards the noise. Jill is in hot pursuit, calling out to the feline, only to stop dead in her tracks at the sight around her. People are running towards her which means they are running away from something and that something is... a gaggle of geese?
No. It is one goose. One single goose with multiple heads whirling around on as many necks as she can count--six? seven?--they're all moving too fast for her to get a solid tally. But that isn't the important part. What is important is that they are attacking someone, a very familiar face, and well, between Bluetooth nipping and hissing at the goose's butt and Jill's soft heart, she really can't turn around and ignore that the woman is in a clear struggle for her life.
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(What a strange moniker. As far as she can tell, all the cat's teeth are white.)
The man almost dumps the bundle of grey fur in Jill's arms before she can argue against it, but once she takes a look into those sweet eyes, she's gone. She already has trouble saying no to a person in need, but an animal who is practically defenseless in her mind? Regardless of whatever hyping up the cat sanctuary workers are professionals at, none of that is needed because Jill has already decided to take in the little thing, hoping that Torgal won't see it as a snack instead of a potential sibling.
But before any introductions happen, Jill needs to gather some supplies because she's pretty sure there's nothing at her apartment fit for a cat to eat especially when she used up the last of the milk in her morning tea (cats can't drink milk? Not in Valisthea. There was always a saucer for a stray and no one complained.) So with that in mind and feline in arm, she's making her way through the Nogard streets towards the markets when suddenly a commotion off in the distance yanks at her attention.
Jill isn't the only one who is concerned about the yelling and screaming. Bluetooth suddenly leaps from her arms with a deep growl that belies the gentle gaze from earlier and with ears pointing to the side, the cat lands on its feet with ease and skitters off towards the noise. Jill is in hot pursuit, calling out to the feline, only to stop dead in her tracks at the sight around her. People are running towards her which means they are running away from something and that something is... a gaggle of geese?
No. It is one goose. One single goose with multiple heads whirling around on as many necks as she can count--six? seven?--they're all moving too fast for her to get a solid tally. But that isn't the important part. What is important is that they are attacking someone, a very familiar face, and well, between Bluetooth nipping and hissing at the goose's butt and Jill's soft heart, she really can't turn around and ignore that the woman is in a clear struggle for her life.
Besides, Jill owes her one, much to her chagrin.]
Benedikta!