Leaks snorts softly at that; he doesn't know much about his ancestors, those smaller cats that must have existed at the same time as humans, but he knows that they were just a primitive species before the goddess Ribika's intervention. How much can they really have in common? If the cats of old were anything like his own loathsome species, this woman surely wouldn't say she was fond of them...
Leaks is too engrossed in his own misgivings to notice Alder's tension, the brusque edge to her voice that she's trying to temper. In some ways, that curt, clipped tone seems to suit him. A perfunctory attitude is an honest one, in these circumstances.
"Other cats... They're mostly worthless. I only speak for myself." Leaks's pupils dilate a bit as their path winds, peering around a tight enclosure of trees. Although he's hardly one for conversation, talking isn't an unwelcome distraction, allowing him to focus on just one person in this all-too-tightly-enclosed group. "You are fortunate. You've acquired the only one worth having, so even with the rest of these weaklings, this mission will be..."
He notices as soon as that soft vocalisation begins, and his own voice drops off abruptly. Magic. He can feel it like an expanding bubble from her core, the space sharpening around her, a resonance that seems to bring an aura of clarity to his own surroundings and thoughts. A support spell... and a song. He looks at her sharply, slightly breathless with surprise as he asks, "sanga?"
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Leaks is too engrossed in his own misgivings to notice Alder's tension, the brusque edge to her voice that she's trying to temper. In some ways, that curt, clipped tone seems to suit him. A perfunctory attitude is an honest one, in these circumstances.
"Other cats... They're mostly worthless. I only speak for myself." Leaks's pupils dilate a bit as their path winds, peering around a tight enclosure of trees. Although he's hardly one for conversation, talking isn't an unwelcome distraction, allowing him to focus on just one person in this all-too-tightly-enclosed group. "You are fortunate. You've acquired the only one worth having, so even with the rest of these weaklings, this mission will be..."
He notices as soon as that soft vocalisation begins, and his own voice drops off abruptly. Magic. He can feel it like an expanding bubble from her core, the space sharpening around her, a resonance that seems to bring an aura of clarity to his own surroundings and thoughts. A support spell... and a song. He looks at her sharply, slightly breathless with surprise as he asks, "sanga?"
It's out before he means to say it.