Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
She didn't need a river or an ocean. Rae was content with a lake, if she could see ripples enough to be satisfying, and the place that only contained a pond's worth of water to ruffle was not a place that attracted notice enough to collect attention. Oh, she'd multitudes, had she the mantle, a field for souls split into equal portion, but it wasn't her field, and Rae sat with her own twisted silver around her wrists, manacles of her own making.
Only one. She'd thought perhaps his people the kind who expected production. Rae modified her assessment slightly, weighted the balance in another direction. "She chose," her voice was fat with approval, and satisfaction. "And you listened. Why? Did you not want more?"
Tip-tilted, attention paid, and then, as if by afterthought, "What can he do, this son of yours?"