"Interesting, so you are the same as Miss Asteria, then." The cat plush nodded, still watching the ocean. "Miss Asteria is a witch, or so she says, but she is immortal. She has lived for hundreds of years, maybe even longer. I cannot say for certain, as she is very secretive about most of her life. Anything she says is almost certainly a falsehood, unless she is having a moment of genuine honesty. It's very odd."
Nyx, now safely away from the kelp, was now attempting to time her return to shore without getting swept by the waves. Although her face remained stoic, it was clear that it was some sort of game to her to time her return perfectly without getting wet. She could easily jump over it, but preferred the challenge of escaping the ever shifting tide.
Nyx, now safely away from the kelp, was now attempting to time her return to shore without getting swept by the waves. Although her face remained stoic, it was clear that it was some sort of game to her to time her return perfectly without getting wet. She could easily jump over it, but preferred the challenge of escaping the ever shifting tide.