A perspective shows many a thing. What can seem to be true for one, may not necessarily be true for another. Yet both are completely accurate based on the perspective of the individual viewing the scene. This is the perspective of a young child, namely Fayte Rein, upon his first meeting of Kina, more affectionately known now as "Miatsu", or roughly translated "Mother".
It hadn't been a particularly cold or chilly night, infact the weather was quite nice. The child, knowing humans lurked about, had "procured" a very large adult sized cloak, which he proceeded to wrap around himself nicely in the hopes of disguishing himself from those whom he hated. Since the child was blind it made no difference to him if the hood covered his face or not. During the coarse of the days meanderings the cloak had wound itself quite snugly around the child, somewhat causing him to appear as nothing more than a walking bundle of cloth. It was in this state that he'd made his way aimlessly to the Red Dragon Inn, where Kina and Arts were currently enjoying the evening.
The only sounds he heard as he entered the tavern akwardly were the voices of two females. One he would later identify as Arts, the human, and Kina, the feline. Perhaps it was a felines curiousity or just abit of maternal instinct that lead Kina to him, he'd never know. The gentleness with which she unwound the cloth from his lithe form somewhat suprised the small boy. Once unwound the small boy was lifted from the air into Kina's arms, this gave the small boy the opprotunity he needed to preen those feathered wings of his. Then he heard her purr, oh how the he loved felines. The rest of the night was a relative blurr, the one thing sinking in was that he could stay with the feline. This prospect he loved very much.
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It hadn't been a particularly cold or chilly night, infact the weather was quite nice. The child, knowing humans lurked about, had "procured" a very large adult sized cloak, which he proceeded to wrap around himself nicely in the hopes of disguishing himself from those whom he hated. Since the child was blind it made no difference to him if the hood covered his face or not. During the coarse of the days meanderings the cloak had wound itself quite snugly around the child, somewhat causing him to appear as nothing more than a walking bundle of cloth. It was in this state that he'd made his way aimlessly to the Red Dragon Inn, where Kina and Arts were currently enjoying the evening.
The only sounds he heard as he entered the tavern akwardly were the voices of two females. One he would later identify as Arts, the human, and Kina, the feline. Perhaps it was a felines curiousity or just abit of maternal instinct that lead Kina to him, he'd never know. The gentleness with which she unwound the cloth from his lithe form somewhat suprised the small boy. Once unwound the small boy was lifted from the air into Kina's arms, this gave the small boy the opprotunity he needed to preen those feathered wings of his. Then he heard her purr, oh how the he loved felines. The rest of the night was a relative blurr, the one thing sinking in was that he could stay with the feline. This prospect he loved very much.
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