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Kumori blinks once, twice, before the vision shatters. She stares at Alar curiously. She waves back, but does not otherwise respond. It seems almost like she doesn't even understand his words, though this is not the case.

Kumori stares for a second, before reaching up slowly and poking his cheek; her way of saying she likes someone. She then takes his hand and stands up. Again, she stares silently for a moment, before holding her cat up.

"Hecate," she says. The cat's name. She makes Hecate wave at Alar.

Instead of answering, Kumori tenses. She steps between Alar and the direction of the human soldiers. She knows she can get rid of them; humans, unlike her fellow non-humans, run in fear of her abilities. She wonders if Alar understands.

Kumori approaches the men, ignoring whatever it is that tumbles out of their drunken mouths. One, two, three, four, five? Ah well. She should only need one or two to set an example. They aren't wearing gauntlets, which makes her task easier.

One of the men reaches for her, whether to grab her or hit her she is unsure. But she grabs him first, taking hold of one of his huge fingers in her tiny hand. The man freezes, as if a shock has gone through him. Then his eyes widen in horror. His companions watch on, unaware that he can not see them anymore. Kumori has delved into his memories, and as she watches one of his worst, he relives it as well. Suddenly the man takes off running, screaming in terror. The others are frozen, wondering what to do. They turn once more to the little girl. Suddenly her emotionless violet eyes aren't unnerving; they are terrifying. They run after their companion.

Kumori turns and walks back to Alar. She raises Hecate, and makes the stuffed toy speak.

"This is Kumori. Kumori likes you. Do you like Kumori?"

Kumori follows him closely in the crowd, apparently more interested in Alar than in the purse he'd presented her with. Occasionaly she follows Alar's example, filching pockets with skill, but lacking the magical speed Alar seems to possess. Eventually she speaks.

"Alar is a good name," she insists. "Kumori is bad."

Kumori grabs the back of his robe with one hand, squeezing Hecate with the other. She doesn't like the word 'war'. Humans always mention it right before they do something bad.

Still, her stomach rumbles and she follows. The tavern has lots of weird smells, but lots of good ones too. She follows Alar inside.

Kumori sits, watches Alar's offering, and repeats the gesture with the bread the tavern wenches have left on the table. She watches it burn completely before turning to the menu. Possibly having been pushed back into silence by the large amount of human onlookers, she points to the items on the menu she wants; a mug of apple cider and a blackberry tart.

Kumori stares at Alar, but remains silent. Like Alar, she does not allow herself to be bothered by the disgusted gazes on them. She places Hecate on the table and makes the toy cat try to catch the coin.

'You are good, Alar,' she thinks.