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Loc watched with interest as Cat led him out of the house and down a stone pathway, one which ended at a long, low building with climbing roses growing on almost all the walls. They bloomed in a riot of different hues — yellow, pink, red, brilliant coral — bright under the sun in its clear blue sky.
The color of the sky was something that still mesmerized him. On his own world, it had always been a dark charcoal shade, one that might roil with clouds but never changed its overall hue. Here, though, the sky could be a brilliant sapphire as it was now, or flushed with rose in the early dawn, or soft gray or midnight blue. Sometimes it was hard to keep himself from simply standing still and looking up, transfixed by the glory of the heavens in this place.
Cat did not appear terribly affe
