Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
It didn't matter if he could tell or he didn't. Rae didn't hide the fact that she preferred - deeply preferred - it when a woman won any tug of war of principle. He wore it well, the fact that the battle hadn't landed odds in his favor, and that was something worth knowing about the very large, laconic man.
"I've no idea what you mean by that," she said, of 'Rhm', but that was precisely why he'd said it, so it didn't matter. He didn't speak in riddles; he simply didn't speak and that was its own kind of game, even if it was the equivalent of turning over the board and tossing all the pieces on the floor. Rae liked the kind of game she could win.
'No' didn't clarify much. She had in fact, pictured larger, broader and dark haired, given the template in front of her but Rae dropped her chin back into her palm and smiled at him.
"Not remotely." She didn't know. Oh, she knew she'd a beginning somewhere and she knew his name - the original one. But she knew nothing else and she knew nothing at all about her mother. It was rather more fortunate than those that knew their origin, and whose origin knew them. "I don't know anything about him." Which was truthful, even if you couldn't tell, with Rae.