The child blinked, seeing the white feline slip out from some bushes. Golden eyes looked intently but cautiously. The cat spoke but... She did not understand the words. It was not Latin. And Scylla scrunched her nose in concentration before she spoke. "Ubi? Oms?" she tilted her head, strange, mutated tail meant to look like an octopus appendage curling up ever so slightly.
///Translation
Ubi? Oms? - Where? Who?////
///Translation
Ubi? Oms? - Where? Who?////
Vivere in Oceani, luxuriat in mare
— Reggan