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Grinning, Feles watched the grass fall in a rain from her fingertips and held out his hands to catch some of it and fling it back up into the air. "Little is good sometimes," he said, eyes sparkling as he looked up at the falling blades of green. "Can sneak into stuff." He was about to say more, but then the clouds parted and the sun came out, catching the boy with his gaze upturned. He let out a shriek of pain as he looked away quickly, covering his eyes. Gods, that had HURT!

He knew his eyes were sensitive, but Youko had always been careful to keep him out of the sun during the day. Now, he was beginning to see why. He blinked several times, tears falling from his eyes before the throbbing finally started to go away. "Should go inside," he whispered, not liking the sunlight at ALL.

"Sun hurts," he whimpered, trying to pull his hair over his shoulder and nearly hide beneath Aranea's arms and wings from the light. "Too pale... kifain says that sun hurts people like me." NOW he knew why. As he curled against Aranea, Feles looked as his arm near hers. Even though Aranea was pale, she at least had colour to her skin. He had none. His own skin was pure alabaster white, the same as his hair and tail. He had seen his own reflection in the mirror enough times to know that his eyes were a pale red, completely unlike anyone else's.

"Please," he said softly, moving along with her and padding along the grass as they moved back towards the castle. He kept his eyes almost squinted shut, not wanting to feel them hurt again, and didn't open them until they were inside and the door was closed. Once inside, he turned and looked back towards the door, frowning softly. Whatever he was thinking, he kept it to himself, hating the fact that everyone ELSE could go around and do what they wanted... but because of his accursed body, he couldn't.

He nodded softly in reply, scowling slightly at himself and his reacitons. Way to look like an idiot...

"Fine," he whispered, turning away from the door and looking around the inside of the room. This was why he liked nighttime. At least then, he could be outside and not have to worry about anything. He'd come back out tonight... and all would be good.

"Dunno," he replied, tail waving behind him as he clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at Aranea. "Should go sleep soon, I fink..." He knew he'd be getting tired soon... the cat usually slept during the noontime and afternoon hours, using that excuse to be up all night. He looked up at her then, smiling faintly. "Nea be around tonight?"

Smiling, Feles leaned to hug her tightly, nuzzling against her cheek before stepping back. "Okay, 'Nea," he said, tail swishing from side to side. "I come see you when I get up." With that, he darted off, a little white blur of fur heading up the stairs towards his own room.

Aranea was seated at her desk when the knock at the door came. There was pieces of old parchment spread out on the wood in front of her, an open bottle of ink and a well used quill which she was tapping against her open notebook. She pushed the hair from her face from where she had been hunched over the pale, olde style writing and rubbed her eyes. She listened, and a soft smile broke on her face.
'Gah!' she muttered. What was wrong with her? Why did she like the little Fey so much? Mystery - feelings...maybe her Kithain could be of some use some day soon. Help her sort out why they were something she couldnt control. Anyway this wasnt getting the door opened and she stood, pushing the chair back, its feet scraping on the stone floor. She moved over to her chamber door, turning the iron handle and tugged it open.
'Hi Feles,' she said, looking down at the feline. Who was holding the plushie she had gotten him! She smiled, still inwardly cursing her ability to not be all soft over him.