Elarinya: *is frigid sitting on the steps of an old school building, watching the sky turn grayer and grayer* I wonder if we'll have snow . . .

Weylyn: -padding through town, a tiny bird in his mouth, humming quietly as he passed the school building, his ears twitching to the sound of a voice- ....? -turned and blinked, wondering why she was cold; he was fat and fluffy!-

Elarinya: *watches the large cat and envies the thick coat he had* Where can I find birds like that? *Has been a house cat all her life*

Weylyn: -drops the bird and licks blood off his muzzle- Mmn... trees. Best to get them while they're in nests. This one was asleep when I got it. You hungry?

Elarinya: S-Sorta. *shivers, cursing her thin coat* Trees. Er. Let's see. Is there a park here? *hopes her ignorance isn't showing*

Weylyn: -chuckles and picks the bird up, moving up the steps to give it to her and then lays next to her, using his thick tail as something of a blanket for her- I'm Weylyn. You... must be a housecat.

Elarinya: *subtly scoots away, her body's protest for warmth at ends with her dislike of strangers getting close; though the bird looked tasty . . .* N-No, I'm not. I'm . . .I'm j-just new here. *It wasn't a lie; oh, how mother would be so proud of her now!*

Weylyn: Look.... You must be a house cat.. -softly- No judging, honestly. I was a house cat at one point. -didn't let her get to far away, tail following- It's alright if you don't like being close, but... Just stay warm. You've got short fur.

Elarinya: *sighs and stays put. letting his tail wrap about her* Never was a good liar, and it doesn't feel right to try. But you caught that, so you eat it.

Weylyn: I'll catch another. Not to hungry, puppet. -smiling a bit more when she stayed still, ears flicking this way and that- You'll learn to lie and hunt, in time. Trust me.

Elarinya: Well I'd like to learn how to h-hunt, yes, but lying . . . I'd rather not have to. *slowly trying to piece herself together as her usual proper self, bitting back stutters* My old owner was a man of integrity; I want to emulate that.

Weylyn: Very admirable. But, I'm afraid, to get out of situations, you'll have to lie or fight. If you're not a fighter, you're a liar. That's what I've learned. -small smile-

Elarinya: *Wonders how he talk about fighting with a smile* What if you don't want to be either? I just want to become a musician and that's all. None of this business of fighting other cats. *Her collar seemed tighter than usual; probably the cold*

Weylyn: -tiled his head to the side, shrugging- Perhaps you wouldn't have to do either. But you'd do your own fighting. What with other musicians for a spot in the lime light. -chuckles-

Elarinya: Touche . . . But that is a different sort of fighting. *insistent* Non-aggressive and beneficial - in the end, you are a better musician because of it. No-one need be hurt.

Weylyn: Perhas. -nods a bit, chuckling and moved the bird over to her again-

Elarinya: *glances between him and the bird for a few moments, then tears off just a small portion for herself; she eats it quickly, wanting to swallow it down before it grew too cold* Thank you, ah . . . ? I never got your name.

Welyn: I said it. Guess you didn't hear it. -chuckles softly, watching her- Weylyn. Call me Wey. -softly- Eat it all. I told you, I'm not hungry.

Elarinya: *Oh! Remembers belatedly that he indeed had introduced himself earlier; darn cold and hunger was affecting her more than she thought. Nods, a little embarassed* Thank you then, Wey. I'm Elarinya. My old owner named me after reading too many fictional books - thick with fantasy elements and all.

Weylyn: I'll... Call you Ellie. -chuckled again and nodded, tail tip flicking this way and that- I don't remember my owner. -flat out lie, but she didn' need to hear the sad details-

Elarinya: I-If you want. *is opposed to nicknames, but it'd seem rude to correct him after giving her some warmth and a small meal* But . . . *She was about to say she was sorry that he couldn't remember, then thought against it* Eh, good riddance, right? You look like you can handle yourself better without one.

Wey: -looked to the side with a small nod; though it wasn't good riddance. He missed his owner, and was sad he wad murdered- Yeah. I handle myself rather well. -ears flicked again before puffing his cheeks out- Finish eating, Ellie.

Elarinya: *allows herself a few chuckles at his puffed up face and obliges, swallowing with some difficulty due to a dry throat* Again, thanks, Wey. For a cat that talks about fighting with a smile, you seem kind.

Weylyn: Oh, I've never fought. I've seen them; and avoid them. That's the only way you talk about it with a smile. ...Besides being insane and you like fighting. -watched her for a moment- C'mon. I know where we can get warm and get something to drink. I'm sure you're thirsty.

Elarinya: Y-Yeah . . . Just so long as you aren't insane, a-at least, I'll follow. *Failure at a joke*

Weylyn: -nodded and got up, stretching out his body and removing his tail from her, padding down the steps and back to the direction he was heading, looking over his shoulder to see if she was following-

Elarinya: *follows after him, trying to warm herself back up while at the same time practicing the graceful steps Maria had taught her earlier - keep your weight on your toes! The tip-toe motion only seemed to slow her down, though, and eventually just gives up, revering back to a normal pace* Where do you live?

Weylyn: I don't really live anywhere. I just stay at certain houses. -chuckles, moving around a corner and up the stes of a house, clawing at the door and meowing a bit-

Elarinya: *grows nervous as they near the house and stops at the top of the stairs, not approaching the door as he did; looks about with a touch of anxiety, tail twitching closer to her body as she shivered a little. She hadn’t been in a house in so long it felt . . .* They take c-care of you?

Weylyn: They feed me, give me some milk. They try to pet me, I let them sometimes. It feels nice to be scratched behind the ear! -blinks as the door's opened and he mewled a bit more, smelling the canned food and warm milk. With a grin, he looked over to Ela and motioned her to come forward-

Elarinya: *ears flatten with hesitation, looking nervous about this still as she carefully slinks after him, ducking her head as if the ceiling might fall on it if she held it too high. Amber eyes dart about curiously despite her reserved nature, the warm and inviting scent of food drawing her in like a lost child to a parent-figure* It . . . smells nice. *But if she let thm pet her, was that betraying her old master?*

Weylyn: -gives a small smile as she neared and backed up to let her eat, the human just watching the new, pretty kitty, knowing better than to try to touch a new feline- They won't pet you. If they reach down, it's for me, OK? Don't run. -softly, petting her tail with his own as he started lapping up the milk-

Elarinya: *softly mewls her response, neither convinced nor further tensing, allowing him to touch her briefly for several pats before retracting her tail; she had never been very touchy feely. Cautiously she approaches the bowl and laps up a few tongue-fuls of milk, every once in a while glancing up at the humans to view their relative position to her. Slowly she continues to drink until the bowl is a little over half empty, at which point she draws back and cleans her lips, whispering* It was very good . . . but I'm full now. *A semi-lie as it was, but the longer she was in the house, for some reason the more anxious she grew*

Weylyn: -gave a little smile and chuckled, moving to the food and taking several huge bites, but he was far more comfortable than her, and bigger as well, humming happily before his ears perked to listen to her, a hand petting his rear and then he gave a loud purr at the scritching- Mmm! If you're full, we can leave. But try the food. -looks to the door as the human retreated back inside, closing the door behind her- They never stay out long.

Elarinya: *To appease him she does, and a few scant memories slide into mind as she recalls similar, mushy food back in her old home. This didn't seem quite as . . . appetizing, but she kept a smooth face after trying it and stepping back, looking apologetic only after she had swallowed* Th-Thank you for the meal, Weylyn. Really. But I think I-I should go back home myself . . . you know, before my owner gets worried. *Not a chance of that*

Weylyn: If you want to.. -licks his whisers and stretches out, feeling fool and kind of sleepy now- Mm... If you want, I could walk you? Wait, you said you wanted to go alone. Well. I'm around these parts a lot! So if you want to come out again, I'm around. Either at this house, or on a fence somewhere.

Elarinya: Thanks. *nods, smiling a little even as the wind picked up and made her shiver* I'll keep that in mind. They are v-very nice humans, Weylyn; don't lose them. *Awkward with goodbyes, she turns and begins to trot off with stiff movements against the cold*

Weylyn: See you around! -a bit happier in tone than she was, he moved off the steps and headed the other direction, tail flicking behind him-