Seating Area - 11:30pm - Rose & Artair
Rose nearly jumped out of her chair at the sudden weight of the big cat in her lap, any attempt at relaxation shot to hell. The first thing she registered beyond the cat's size was the very obvious signs of agitation - ears back, fur puffed, eyes wide. The fingers of her free hand were in its fur almost without thought, her deft surgeon's touch smoothing over the skull and behind the ears, then down the neck to the cat's shoulders. Her gift worked nearly without a thought, the physical contact telling her there was no physical injury that needed soothing.
And then he spoke, and she realized it was no ordinary cat. She jerked her hand back like it was on fire, but she didn't give him up to the pixies as they passed, instead holding herself stiffly until the cat had climbed from the nest of white tulle that was her lap and onto the table.
"They're gone," she confirmed, voice slightly lower than usual to avoid drawing the pixies back. "Though I perhaps wonder why you don't just shift and remove their temptation all together." Unless some other talking cat had joined the cirque while she wasn't paying attention, this could only be the Hall of Mirrors operator. Rose didn't come face to face with a lot of fellow employees unless they needed her, but she still heard about the new additions.