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Be a Cat
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country
Sebastian stood atop the steps, staring down. Deciding.
He heard Teverius’ voice in his mind. As he had for several weeks. ‘If the girl has a weakness for cats and you have a weakness for she…Perhaps, were you a kitty you’d have more opportunities to be close to her…’
Nothing else has worked…He shrugged.
Hesitating only a moment, he took the first step and his feet turned to smooth black paws as he quietly strode down. Relieved to find his pain lessened as he switched shapes. His body automatically healing what was damaged every time he changed form.
He rounded the doorway, and his suspicions were confirmed.
There was his chair, high backed with ornate gilded trim and rich red and gold embroidery, wrapping around her like a hug.
Can she smell my scent when she sits there? He wondered. He always caught her aroma when he slumped into th
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