lavender bones - return

[radeken]

"[color=black]No, but, okay." Was her own succinct input on the matter, sidling near when the scent of small and new pulled her away from her usual walk about the territory. Radeken's bag rattled when she sat, staring at the kitten like his arrival was attacking her, personally. She leaned forward. Should she be asking this kid where he came from? Why he left? If someone was trying to get one over on us, they'd do better than to send a sentient rag. Any one of the Ascendants could step on the kid and end him, if he turned out to be trouble, and besides, though she didn't acknowledge it, she had no place criticizing others for taking breaks. It wasn't like she really cared, at the end of the day. Just wanted to busy herself with checking off the proverbial boxes.

'[color=black]Welcome back, I suppose. Is there anything you need?" She skipped the part where she was supposed to introduce herself because Radeken didn't care to have this tiny thing know what to call her by. Cynically, she thought that they might find a pint-sized body floating face down in the Starpool sometime soon, or carried off by a hungry bird, but realism spoke sternly in the back of her mind that there was no shortage of bleeding heart parent figures waiting to add another child to their collection. So she banished her fantasies of getting to open up a dead kitten and see what was inside, looking away from Rodion as if he had finally lost all her interest.