Title: Visitation Rites
Summary: Alanna gets an unexpected visit from an old friend.
Disclaimer: I own a blue bandanna that's not much more than tatters. It smells like my wrist sweat and it's got my blood on it. If you try to sue me over copyright infringement, that's about all you'll get. And I'll thank you not to try to take it from me, as it's got sentimental value.
The first thing Alanna thought when she came home to find a black cat curled up on her pillow was that George had perhaps given her an early birthday gift. A little misguided, and about two decades too late as a distraction from the death of her first black cat, but it was a nice gesture. She made to go pet the cat.
At the sound of her footsteps, the cat opened its eyes, revealing them to be a shade of purple that was both achingly familiar and completely surreal. Alanna almost didn't want to voice her suspicions, afraid the cat would disappear, afraid that after all these years of threatening insanity, she'd finally actually gone insane.
"Faithful?" she said tentatively, after nearly a minute's worth of a staring contest with the feline.
Yes? the cat replied.
"By the Goddess," Alanna whispered, her hand automatically going up to her ember-stone. "Why--how are you here?"
Recall what I said to you when that hateful blonde wench made like I was a bug and stepped on me, Faithful instructed his former mistress.
"Time to go home," Alanna whispered, still not believing this was real.
Well, Faithful said, nonchalantly washing a patch on his shoulder, who said I couldn't come back for a visit?
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