Opening post by Cathryn Furr · #1
There is a war on. There is also a small silver creature asleep on the war table.
The matter at hand is the seventh larder rebuild, and who is responsible.
Bianca does not meow at me so much as converse with me. She opens, I answer, she replies. I have had worse councils, and I have had them with lords.
Mock if you like. You will ask after them by name within the fortnight.