[Perceptive as Soren is, especially as a dragon on the full moon, he fails to detect the cat's lightfooted approach until he emits a noise. Soren raises his head and pulls his eyes open to see the reflected silhouette of... a mere housecat. Or, at least, what appears to be a mere housecat.
His frown remains. Lately, his antipathy toward felines who aren't Ranulf keeps returning to his heart like a bad rash. Seeing Mogget slots him further into a bad mental place. He sighs, his own tail flicking in minor annoyance, and chooses to ignore the cat. That's what they deserve, really. He continues talking to himself in an effort to clear his troubled head.]
That imposter is good and dead. He was not Ike; he was nothing like Ike. Ike is not and has never been a part of Talam. You are twenty-four years old, not five; you are currently in a city called Aefenglom, and that is just someone's stupid roaming cat, nothing more. Don't make the same mistake twice, you idiot.
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His frown remains. Lately, his antipathy toward felines who aren't Ranulf keeps returning to his heart like a bad rash. Seeing Mogget slots him further into a bad mental place. He sighs, his own tail flicking in minor annoyance, and chooses to ignore the cat. That's what they deserve, really. He continues talking to himself in an effort to clear his troubled head.]
That imposter is good and dead. He was not Ike; he was nothing like Ike. Ike is not and has never been a part of Talam. You are twenty-four years old, not five; you are currently in a city called Aefenglom, and that is just someone's stupid roaming cat, nothing more. Don't make the same mistake twice, you idiot.