Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
Witch or no witch, Rae wasn't flexing any particularly magical muscle. This was handed between women, a knowledge of manipulation that relied on simplicity. The smile was nothing, the echo of heat in it was nothing, it was a game and it was a game Rae knew achingly well. She hadn't any mind being dubbed a witch. People didn't fit 'god' as a word to people much anymore, which was sad in one way, worship was so beautifully easy if they had, but in another it was safety.
He shunted her 'eleven' with the flat of one meaty hand as if it had offended him. Rae palmed her smile into her cheek and regarded his philosophical objection to roman numerals with amusement.
But all right, he hadn't liked that. Half and of what, Rae didn't know precisely, but she had a vague suggestion of his impression bearing his face in mind. "What would you call it?" She ignored the rumble. It hadn't words, it didn't count.