There was no mistaking the Fae cat for a house pet – he was too large, and the energy around him was all wrong. In another time, a witch might have mistaken him for a particular kind of familiar. Elia knew better, though. She didn't think she had met the Cirque's new feline friend properly, but she definitely kept up with the gossip.
The mixture of purr and Scottish brogue was enough to make her smile despite the general air around the Cirque. Even with her connection to the dark, it felt wrong. Or perhaps that's why it felt wrong... perhaps it was her connection to the darkness that gave her the feeling. "Something usually is... but this feels different. Strange. Usually things don't affect the guests much."