Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
Kratos had met many gods and goddesses, including the ones that enjoyed female calculation. Even male calculation. Some of it worked, usually the darker kind that got into his head, and when he broke out of that said gods had their limbs torn off. This kind was subtle and warm as sunshine, and as fragrant as a flower. His craggy face twitched again. It was kind of a smile, mostly a smile, the amusement as harmless as her smile. The drink and conversation was friendly. Guarded, but friendly.
No one in this world knew Faye. The boy's memories would hopefully stay strong, but not like Kratos'. She had been renowned by her people, and feared by her enemies. She had been neither small, nor delicate. The big man looked surprised that she asked. He had spoken of the boy briefly under her roof. Her similarity to the counterpart he had met entitled her to more than she knew in that area. "The boy? Yes." She had not met him in person, he recalled, not this one. "He is one-and-ten."