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Loc sat on the roof of Cat’s house, watching as the great filmy expanse of the Milky Way moved in the dark heavens above him. He knew she was asleep because he had made a heavy veil of weariness drape itself over the house, forcing her into slumber. Otherwise, he feared she would have wept far too long, and he could not have that.
With everyone gone, and another subtle form of magic making sure that no one would come here before the next morning, he had allowed himself to take on his natural form. It had felt good to stretch his wings and fly up here where he could have a commanding view of the dark landscape around him. Now, though, as he looked down at the black-scaled skin of his hands where they rested on his knees, he couldn’t prevent himself from frowning.
If Cat looked at him
