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So intent was he on his goal that Youko nearly ran into the fae, stopping short when his gaze finally lowered from the window above to the one standing directly in front of him. "Forgive me, I seem to have had my head in the clouds," he said softly, giving a polite bow to the woman that awaited him. Without thinking, his gaze flicked upward again, narrowing for a moment as he tried to make out the image embedded in the glass.

So it really IS a cat... Envy will never let me live this down.

One thing that kitsune aren't really known for: Protocol.

Youko took the dismissal at face value and darted into the castle, already fixated once more on the strange tugging that was coming from somewhere IN there. Part of his mind registered that he probably should have shown a bit more decorum, but it was overshadowed by the insane curiosity that fueled each step he took. Later, he would make his apologies, but for now, he HAD to find the source.

He moved up stairs, through doorways, peering here and there as the pull continued to drive him onward. Once or twice, he swore he was lost and at a dead end, only to have the call bring him into a different direction and ever onward. Finally, he stepped through the door to what seemed to be a large library... but he had little interest in the books on the shelves. Moving between two of the large structures, he stopped dead, staring up at the stained glass window that was tucked against the wall at hte end of the row, a pair of pale pink eyes seeming to gaze into nothingness.

In that instant, however, he felt as though they were boring straight through him.

How to get up there...

Youko pulled a chair from the side, sending a cascade of dust and cobwebs to the ground, but he paid it no mind. He was intent on that glass, and climbed up so that he was within range. His fingers dusted lightly over the curve that marked the cat's back, almost as if he was stroking living fur, and he felt as if a shock had passed through his body. She was right. Swallowing hard, he stared at the window, gold eyes meeting pale red as he whispered softly, only loud enough for himself to truly hear. "What do I have to do?"

The furred ears pinned back against his hair, the kitsune suddenly trying to make himself as small as possible in the face of this... voice... that was inside his mind. "I do," he answered after barely a moment's thought, nothing seeming more important to him in that moment other than releasing the spirit that was crying out to him so incessantly.

Youko found himself frozen in place as he watched the transformation with a mixture of anticipation and dread. Part of him was wondering just what the hell he'd gotten into... the other part, however, was what took over and propelled him off of the chair to the form laying huddled on the ground. He scooped up the pale figure, dropping to his knees on the cool stone as he looked over the boy carefully.

"Mwrh..." came the soft protest, clawed hands pressing against Youko's chest weakly for a moment before Feles realised that it was warmer here than down there. It was also more comfortable. Curling into a small ball, he let his tail wash over him like a blanket, closing his eyes as he nestled into the kitsune's grasp.

Albino. That was the first thought that went through Youko's mind. He'd have to be VERY careful of this one and the light, he realised, remembering the near disaster that had blinded another of the same affliction. "You're safe," he whispered, using one arm to free himself of his jacket and wrap it around the huddled form carefully.

Nodding softly, Youko kept his arms around the boy gently, cradling him close as he carried the still dazed boy out of the library. He followed Sajhiri mostly out of instinct, his gaze continuing to peer at the shock of white hair that fell out of the confines of his jacket.

If Feles was bothered by the method of transport, he didn't bother to make it known. He stayed curled up, inhaling the scent of leather from the jacket as he let his claws hook intot he lining as he felt himself moved. Youko didn't realise it yet, but he'd have a hell of a time getting it BACK from the boy.

As the raven flew away, Lynx's clever eyes followed it's path into the night sky. Fey blood? Her pointed ears and lithe body had spoken to an other-human heritage, but to have it confirmed in such a way was unexpected. She changed quickly into a more appropriate outfit, and punched out of Mod Central for the day. Her felenic eyes widened as the night touched them and she headed swiftly to the border of Barton forest.

She felt a certain disorientation, and turned back, surprised where had such giant mushrooms come from? Her cheeks colored a little, and she continued forward, starlight touching her path and guiding her along the forest path.

Lynx could feel the draw and her speed increased. The castle's dark beauty reached out to her very soul. She felt herself smiling as she dashed up the path to the ramparts her eyes wide and pleased. She halted at the entrance however, caution touching her limbs now, though her heart raced with excitement. Was this part of her heritage? She blinked, and ventured timidly though the open gateway.