Sun was setting and the cemetery started to look like a scene for a spooky movie theatre play. No people were around, at least not real people. There was a black cat. It sat on top of an old mossy tombstone, keen eyes directed at the entrance of the crypt. The appearance of Count Paris had sparked its interest earlier but to the cat's utter surprise, the next thing for her (since it was a female cat) to witness was not a happy couple sneaking away. Instead, out came another man completely, one that the cat had not paid attention to before.
And not only that, he was carrying the girl who should have been awake already.
"Ssss," hissed the cat and jumped down from her lookout place. In human language it meant 'this is not how things should go'.
Honestly, she shouldn't have agreed to brew a concoction that relied on love. They were the hardest types to make, and she had been losing her magic touch about a hundred or so years ago. 'Stick to mixtures healing a sore throat or a gout at the most', that's what she been told by fellow witches but no, she was too proud for that. Not to mention careless, for she had substituted dragon scales for fish scales and well...
Now the pretty girl might never wake up.
How to save the day? Hmm. She didn't know if he was Juliet's friend or a foe but if he was the former, he probably needed help. When she thought it safe enough, she came into Jaskier's view and stopped in front of him, along the path to the main gate. For a few times she did this: moved forward and turned to look at Jaskier, as if to show him where to go.
(ooc: You can decide where the cat wants Jaskier to go - or I will in my next tag.)
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movietheatre play. No people were around, at least not real people. There was a black cat. It sat on top of an old mossy tombstone, keen eyes directed at the entrance of the crypt. The appearance of Count Paris had sparked its interest earlier but to the cat's utter surprise, the next thing for her (since it was a female cat) to witness was not a happy couple sneaking away. Instead, out came another man completely, one that the cat had not paid attention to before.And not only that, he was carrying the girl who should have been awake already.
"Ssss," hissed the cat and jumped down from her lookout place. In human language it meant 'this is not how things should go'.
Honestly, she shouldn't have agreed to brew a concoction that relied on love. They were the hardest types to make, and she had been losing her magic touch about a hundred or so years ago. 'Stick to mixtures healing a sore throat or a gout at the most', that's what she been told by fellow witches but no, she was too proud for that. Not to mention careless, for she had substituted dragon scales for fish scales and well...
Now the pretty girl might never wake up.
How to save the day? Hmm. She didn't know if he was Juliet's friend or a foe but if he was the former, he probably needed help. When she thought it safe enough, she came into Jaskier's view and stopped in front of him, along the path to the main gate. For a few times she did this: moved forward and turned to look at Jaskier, as if to show him where to go.
(ooc: You can decide where the cat wants Jaskier to go - or I will in my next tag.)