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He blinked a few times when she reached out and patted his head, the simple gesture catching him off guard. Then his warm smile returned, soft and genuine, the kind that always seemed to reach his eyes. Momo nodded and moved to assist her as she asked, careful to follow each of her instructions precisely. He carried her belongings, stacking them the way she preferred, his movements measured and deliberate.
Helping her—helping anyone—always gave him a quiet sense of purpose. It wasn’t pride so much as comfort; doing something useful anchored him. Even such a small act, something as simple as carrying another’s burden, meant more to him than he could easily say.
The gathering spirits drifted nearby, their movements slow and mesmerizing. They seemed to hum with faint light, like embers caught in a current. The sight intrigued him, but Krava’s calm acceptance of their presence eased any urge to interfere. Spirits were like that—drawn to energy, to meaning, to warmth. Whatever resonance existed between them and Krava, it was clear it was not one of danger. It reminded him of travelers drawn to the glow of a fire on a cold night.
Still, his curiosity stirred when she spoke. Kith. The word lingered in his mind, strange yet familiar. What did she mean by it? Was it a sibling? A reflection of herself? A soul divided into parts? And what was this about proper mobility—was she seeking a new vessel, a new form? The thought made him tense, his tail flicking once behind him. Surely she didn’t mean to take another’s body… no, that didn’t fit her. Everything about her energy felt too calm, too measured.
Trust your gut, he reminded himself. It hasn’t led you wrong yet.
He let out a quiet sigh, falling into step just behind and to the side of her as they moved through the narrow streets. The city pressed close around them, all stone and shadow and noise. It made him feel caged again, like the walls themselves were drawing in. The memory of his earlier panic flickered unbidden, but he steadied himself with a deep breath, letting the motion of walking help settle his thoughts.
Looking up, he caught sight of the spirits again—now flowing behind Krava in graceful, wavering lines. They shimmered like ribbons in water, undulating as if moved by some unseen tide. For a fleeting moment, it reminded him of a migration—a vast flock of birds sweeping through the sky in unison, following instinct and purpose in perfect harmony.
The sight was strangely beautiful… and a little unsettling. So many spirits gathered in one place could draw attention—something bigger, stronger, or hungrier. Momo’s smile faded slightly, his instincts sharpening.
Quietly, he called upon his own watchers—about a dozen of his smaller thralls, floating high above. They were little more than eyeballs with four bat-like wings each, invisible to most but ever vigilant. They slipped into the mass of drifting spirits like shadows among clouds.
If anything approached, they would see it before he did.
Helping her—helping anyone—always gave him a quiet sense of purpose. It wasn’t pride so much as comfort; doing something useful anchored him. Even such a small act, something as simple as carrying another’s burden, meant more to him than he could easily say.
The gathering spirits drifted nearby, their movements slow and mesmerizing. They seemed to hum with faint light, like embers caught in a current. The sight intrigued him, but Krava’s calm acceptance of their presence eased any urge to interfere. Spirits were like that—drawn to energy, to meaning, to warmth. Whatever resonance existed between them and Krava, it was clear it was not one of danger. It reminded him of travelers drawn to the glow of a fire on a cold night.
Still, his curiosity stirred when she spoke. Kith. The word lingered in his mind, strange yet familiar. What did she mean by it? Was it a sibling? A reflection of herself? A soul divided into parts? And what was this about proper mobility—was she seeking a new vessel, a new form? The thought made him tense, his tail flicking once behind him. Surely she didn’t mean to take another’s body… no, that didn’t fit her. Everything about her energy felt too calm, too measured.
Trust your gut, he reminded himself. It hasn’t led you wrong yet.
He let out a quiet sigh, falling into step just behind and to the side of her as they moved through the narrow streets. The city pressed close around them, all stone and shadow and noise. It made him feel caged again, like the walls themselves were drawing in. The memory of his earlier panic flickered unbidden, but he steadied himself with a deep breath, letting the motion of walking help settle his thoughts.
Looking up, he caught sight of the spirits again—now flowing behind Krava in graceful, wavering lines. They shimmered like ribbons in water, undulating as if moved by some unseen tide. For a fleeting moment, it reminded him of a migration—a vast flock of birds sweeping through the sky in unison, following instinct and purpose in perfect harmony.
The sight was strangely beautiful… and a little unsettling. So many spirits gathered in one place could draw attention—something bigger, stronger, or hungrier. Momo’s smile faded slightly, his instincts sharpening.
Quietly, he called upon his own watchers—about a dozen of his smaller thralls, floating high above. They were little more than eyeballs with four bat-like wings each, invisible to most but ever vigilant. They slipped into the mass of drifting spirits like shadows among clouds.
If anything approached, they would see it before he did.