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Posted on June 27, 2013 at 07:20:46 PM by sperantia
que estoy viviendo ahora Sperantia pressed her paw firmly against the paper, leaving a black ink print in the gap where a signature would normally go. Since Mallos had decided to take a little holiday in Shaman while Tristan was recovering, the paperwork had been mounting up. Mallos preferred to deal with problems in person rather than working with bits of paper, and since he couldn’t be there in person the papers had multiplied tenfold – but he was still working through them at the same speed as usual. Sperantia had sent him off that morning so that he wouldn’t get under her paws while she sorted it out. Men. Utterly useless. She was just reaching for the next document when something occurred which had never happened before: she felt something snap in her mind, and the connection with Mallos was severed instantly. Sperantia stood up, tail erect and ears pointed forward, instantly on the alert. Mallos regularly blocked her out of his mind with irritating ease whenever she nagged him too much, but this was different – she couldn’t feel him at all. Normally she could at least feel the edge of his mind, and at least be able to ascertain his location and whether he’s hurt or in danger, but now… nothing. Sperantia scoured her mind swiftly, then forced herself to calm down and search again, but slower and more deliberately this time. Still nothing. Don’t panic, the Siamese-cross told herself sternly, there has to be a reasonable explanation. She could still find him without the psychic link: he had his pendant on him, and one of the major purposes of the pendant was to provide a locating beacon. Sperantia took a breath, closed her eyes and focused her magic. It wasn’t difficult to find, in the end, since all three of the deities’ pendants were in the same place: the Starground. The black cat homed in on them, ignited divinity and teleported. She’d never been to the Starground before. The inky black void was all-surrounding and, while it felt like she was standing on solid ground, none was visible. It felt like she had walked into a photograph of the night sky. About three hundred metres away, six people were present: Mallos, Rhaegar and Tsi, all standing slightly apart from each other, and near to them the unmoving bodies of three women, the only one of which Sperantia recognised was Reece. At full speed, a domestic cat can travel at up to thirty miles an hour; she must have nearly reached that as she raced towards them, hopping easily over the bodies without sparing them a second glance. Mallos didn’t seem hurt, which was annoying. If he wasn’t hurt then he had probably been involved in orchestrating this plot just to prove that she did have the capacity to worry about him. “Mallos,” she exclaimed as she skidded to a halt near his feet, and stared somewhat sternly up at him with her bright blue eyes. “What happened? The psychic link is broken.” sperantia black siamese-cross familiar of mallos |
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