PHOEBE
If Phoebe had ever seen a cat that acted more catlike, she did not remember it. Onma moved with languid motions, unfettered, unhurried. In a way, she reminded Phoebe of Frey. And though her voice was clear, and words understandable, she almost had a strange accent - surely from the shape of her mouth. It was a sound unlike anything Phoebe had heard before...but amusing. ”It is good to meet you, Onma. May I watch you for a bit?” she asked, head tilting to the side. Onma’s bright green eyes seemed to hold centuries in them, and for a moment the blonde wondered just how long Sear Cats lived.
my heart is so tired
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