Analise
Seated on the grass just outside of the villa, a jaguar had laid its big body out beside me, purring as a means of comfort as the fairy frolicked about, dancing and singing in celebration. The jaguar is called Kai. He has a pure soul which is, I suspect, why the faerie had stowed half of essence within him. Faeries must implant some of their powers within a pure souled animal to keep themselves from becoming twisted and corrupt. When Kai passes, she will choose another animal. And so on.
So it goes.
A huff was loud, pointed. There is no doubt, of course, that the jaguar is asking a question. The jaguar sniffs at the small rodent who, despite its obvious fear of the large cat, has bravely approached holding up a glimmering, white rock. It has wide, hopeful eyes. I take the sentim
