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sharpcompassionFǫnn has been checking up on Loki's cottage while he is away periodically, tidying up here and there, making sure the weeds and vines aren't overtaking it too much. There is no need or desire for a mowed lawn or a manicured flower bed; berry brambles are allowed to climb the wooden fences beside the meadow and mice and snakes are welcome in the woodpile, but the children's play equipment is kept cobweb-free, and anything living in the chimney gets promptly, if gently, evicted.
So it's a surprise to her when she enters one afternoon to check that the electricity and water are running properly, and finds the sofa a mess, cushions askew, stuffing on the floor, with tiny sounds coming from within the framework. An investigation turns up a little of kittens, eyes-open but not quite weaned, in an array of colors, each with a pair of bitty feathered wings.
She's seen the winged cats around this place before, but they seem to keep to themselves. She never imagined they'd sneak inside for any purpose. Unwilling to just snatch the babies away, she sets out a little food and water and waits. No sign of a mother appears before she leaves for the evening, and the next day when she returns to check, the food and drink are untouched.
A lot of things can happen to a small animal in the Nexus, this close to the Wilds. Maybe the mother's uncharacteristic behavior in hiding the babies indoors is a sign she was in danger? Or maybe winged cats lay eggs and they just never realized? She doubts that, but stranger things have happened.
She carefully removes the outer layer from the sofa and extracts all the kittens, checking them for injuries or illness. The rest of the day, and the next, are taken up with treating eye infections and fleas, feeding them with eyedroppers and preening their wings. Not until they're reasonably healthy does she wander to the edge of the plaza with a box of mewing and purring and flapping wings. On the edge of the box, she puts a sign that reads: CATWINGS: UNFLEDGED, NEED RESPONSIBLE HOMES.
She has no intention of charging anyoneto adopt, of course, but she's not eager to give them away to someone untrustworthy, either.
So it's a surprise to her when she enters one afternoon to check that the electricity and water are running properly, and finds the sofa a mess, cushions askew, stuffing on the floor, with tiny sounds coming from within the framework. An investigation turns up a little of kittens, eyes-open but not quite weaned, in an array of colors, each with a pair of bitty feathered wings.
She's seen the winged cats around this place before, but they seem to keep to themselves. She never imagined they'd sneak inside for any purpose. Unwilling to just snatch the babies away, she sets out a little food and water and waits. No sign of a mother appears before she leaves for the evening, and the next day when she returns to check, the food and drink are untouched.
A lot of things can happen to a small animal in the Nexus, this close to the Wilds. Maybe the mother's uncharacteristic behavior in hiding the babies indoors is a sign she was in danger? Or maybe winged cats lay eggs and they just never realized? She doubts that, but stranger things have happened.
She carefully removes the outer layer from the sofa and extracts all the kittens, checking them for injuries or illness. The rest of the day, and the next, are taken up with treating eye infections and fleas, feeding them with eyedroppers and preening their wings. Not until they're reasonably healthy does she wander to the edge of the plaza with a box of mewing and purring and flapping wings. On the edge of the box, she puts a sign that reads: CATWINGS: UNFLEDGED, NEED RESPONSIBLE HOMES.
She has no intention of charging anyoneto adopt, of course, but she's not eager to give them away to someone untrustworthy, either.
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Date: 2020-07-03 06:01 pm (UTC)"Just Loki will do but thank you for using my proper title."
He offered the girl a charming smile and nodded in greeting. She had good manners and this pleased him, knowing that decorum still existed within this Nexus. Back to the strange winged cats and he gently picked one up, studying it carefully. The fur was soft against his hands and he realised they were quite feisty but this didn't bother him.
"Can they fly? I see they have wings."
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Date: 2020-07-04 12:53 am (UTC)"I'm from Asvera," she explains. "Where the last Asgardians have settled, on Midgard. I know another version of you, but it's an honor to meet you. My name is Fǫnn Hauksdóttir."
The kitten he's picked up is immediately intrigued by the smell of his sleeve. If he doesn't watch out, it will probably start chewing in a moment. "The adults can fly. Most of these don't have any flight feathers at all yet."
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Date: 2020-07-05 05:55 pm (UTC)"Then, it is nice to meet you, Fonn. I do know it must be strange having another like me wandering around within the Nexus. The many Loki problem must cause some confusion-"
Loki jumped a little when he felt tiny sharp claws at his wrist; the catwing playing with the fabric on his sleeve. A little persuasion and he managed to prize the needle-like claws away from the fabric. Feisty indeed. The god could no nothing but chuckle at the animal's sheer determination.
"This one seems to like my sleeve. I like animals with spirit and this one seems to have a strong one. May I adopt him?"