(315) HOW DARE YOU NEVER ROLEPLAYING WITH YOU AGAIN H8 FOREVER
Vasiliy is by me!
Vasi was primarily indifferent to cats: he recognized their worth as pest control and companions, but had no particular yearning for companionship without communication. He did not wish to invest the time in teaching a cat how to speak or learn their mewling, high-pitched language. It was much more worthwhile a pursuit to learn Luperci languages. When the woman asked for the kitten, he handed it over gladly. Though warm and small and not unattractive, their smell was somewhat off-putting to Vasi, reminding him of the wildcats around Sobirat'sya. Some were no larger than the kitten's adult mother; others were as large as tigers. Vasi had never seen a tiger, but he'd heard enough stories to be wary.
Want I take reins? he offered, hoping to free her hand to hold the kitten and inspect any other wares she might have. His suggestion was almost wary: he knew the value of horses, having once owned his own, and he knew the woman might not be so willing to give up the goods laden on the mare. Still, there was no ill intent toward the woman, either: she knew well where this encampment was, and they couldn't very well hope to make off with her goods unscathed. He moved toward the flipped-over rowboat, where a temporary fence of chickenwire and sticks enclosed a few chickens and two roosters. Two of the three horses were tethered on long lead ropes, grazing idly and seemingly indifferent to the activity and noise around them. He gestured and grinned. If you like nothing here, we have more in other camp -- maybe come back tomorrow? he suggested.
Ah, he said, pointing to a wooden box. Kitten goes there, with brothers and sisters. Unless, he paused, thinking about how she'd said it was precious and wished to hold it. You want trade for kitten?
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