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Oh she had thought this was mighty funny, of this Enkiel was sure. The kitten was a noisy little thing that took great delight in following him around and being rather annoying in general. Zana’s scent had been all over the silvery kitten when Enkiel had woken to find something licking his nose. Had it not fallen off his bed, Enkiel was positive he would have struck it. There was something equally pathetic about the mewling thing as much as there was annoying, so he had found a begrudging adoration for the thing growing.
To humor himself, he had named her after the goddess of the home. Unfortunately, this had backfired and led to her making her presence known throughout the building. Enkiel had been very sharp when it came to telling her where to and to not go, and while she liked to push him, after several ferocious snarls she seemed to get the point. His storeroom was off-limits, but elsewhere was acceptable.
Luckily, he had been around cats before and recognized their worth. Once she was grown, she could hunt. It would end any issues of mice coming about. With a fire burning merrily in the main room of the Guest House, Enkiel settled onto a footstool and bent over a long table. He had begun the process of sorting out dried plants to turn into medicine. Several pieces of parchment were resting under a heavy jar, in which was a sticky sap. Enkiel had labeled all of his medicine for his eyes only; the Arabic was clear to him, after all. With the kitten comfortably sleeping on his lap, he began grinding down some of the valerian previously harvested in the early fall.
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