And with this i go dark. i'll still be checking comments and stuff, but my doc. says i shouldn't be looking at a computer for to long, for a while. (like a week) Anyway, Short chapter is short. Enjoy! ~Sanity


After a small mental breakdown on me part, and a small argument between the mage and his apprentice over where i'd sleep, things seem to calm down a bit. It was decided that I would sleep in the living room with Teep. I didn't mind, as the alternative was in the pairs bed.

I cringe at the thought, and shack my head, attending to disperse the very unwanted thoughts coming to mind. It doesn't work. However, what does work is the smell coming from the kitchen. My ears prick and my entire body stiffens.

Fish! I smell fish! I hear Teep laugh as I leap from my place on the couch. I sprint at full speed to the kitchen, pain in my paw forgotten in my fishy frenzy. They've left the doors open so I have no problem getting in. The sent is so much stronger in here, but I somehow manage to take in my surroundings.

There are to chests to the left of the door I came though, one labeled meat the other vegetables. Against the wall across from the door is a pantry and a refrigerator. Across from that is a counter, sink, cabinets, and stove. Zoey is at the stove cooking what might be mushroom stew, and Rythian is at the counter, cutting up a delicious looking tuna.

"Meow!" I call, desperately as i stand on my back paw, resting the front ones on Rythian's leg. I was begging and I would hate myself for it later, but right now that smell is just so intoxicating. He looks down at me and chuckles. Its an odd sound but my brain is unable to think on it long before its flooded with the thought of fish again.

He moves to the cabinets and pulls out two small bowls, knocking me off his leg in the process. He lays them down side by side in front of me and places a few pieces of the fish he was cutting moments ago into one of them.

He walks over the the refrigerator but by that time i'm to engrossed in the tuna to see what he pulls out of it. He returns and pours some milk into the empty bowl beside my tuna-filled one. I meow in gratitude before lapping at the cold, white, liquid. As I enjoy my meal I listen to the banter of the other two in the room.

"Is the big, strong, tough Rythian going soft for a little kitty cat~?"

"Shut up, you." He says playfully returning to his half prepared fish.

"Come on, admit it~ you like mister kitty~ You always were a sucker for cute things." she chuckles, and I stop eating in favor of listening to the mage's response.

"Just because I think hes cute doesn't mean he can stay."

"i know, I know."

I freeze in surprise. Rythian has called me many things, cute was never one of them. I finish off what's left in my bowls, than return to the living room. Teep has curled up in a ball on the couch and I can hear his soft snores. I leap on the opposite side, careful not to wake him, and curl up myself. I think on today's events for a bit before my thoughts drift to what will surely be tomorrows.

Tomorrow is the day I lose all hope of a pleasant anything for a while...well I guess the fish isn't so bad..

I fall asleep to those thoughts.