[She makes her approach, outstretching her hand just enough that Ashtail can get a sniff in without coming too close to her. She can see her whiskers twitching, that curious lean of her body on her front paws, a light swish of her tail, but Benedikta stays where she is, waiting for her.
She's had some experience with cats as a girl—the feral, wild ones that lived in the villages of Waloed. She would sometimes leave her food out for them when they had been gone a long time... Sometimes, she thought them her only friends, even if they would often run from her.]
Well, when you've spoiled her so much, I imagine it would be hard not to be up here.
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She's had some experience with cats as a girl—the feral, wild ones that lived in the villages of Waloed. She would sometimes leave her food out for them when they had been gone a long time... Sometimes, she thought them her only friends, even if they would often run from her.]
Well, when you've spoiled her so much, I imagine it would be hard not to be up here.