Cat Scratch Chills

Good news, everyone! It's snowing!

Which means it's really terrible weather.

Which means that there are people struggling. Right now, Teppus is walking down the street, holding one such struggler in his arms. A cat. Who looks very damp, and slightly chill, and is angrily trying to claw him for holding it.

"No, no," says Teppus, "we're getting you back to your people, you little bastard."

The Goblin is not pleased by the snow drifts, nor the chilly wind. She 'walks' along, suspended above the drifts by a few inches, wobbling back and forth as the wind buffets her around. Simony's warm robes and cloak have been pulled in close, and she alternates between leaning into the wind or away from it as she tries to keep an even keel.

She comes to a halt and blinks, slowly drifting on by as she stares at the man bearing an angry cat."

The colosseum district was not a frequent haunt of Reithak, but it was not uncommon either, as there were few places better to practice than the martial proving grounds inside.

It helped that egalrin have a natural winter coat of feathers, and Reithak had an extra winter coat over them. That being said, it was still pulled a bit more tight than usual as they depart the building. A brief travel that stops when they spy one familiar face, and another pair of faces with one looking particularly unhappy. "Heya Simony, what brings you out on a day like this? And, what's going on here, someone escape from home? cat's have a habit of that, I've heard."

"Yes, a child's beloved mouser escaped through a window and got lost in the snow. They ran all the way here and I have spent the better part of two hours trying to coax them out with fish -- and now? Now they are trying to -- ow -- claw my face."

Teppus is clawed.

Simony grins at Reithak, leaning forward so that she floats closer to the Egalrin. "Hello Reithak! I'm here to buy some ingredients for a recipe that I wish to try my hand at. Brrr, quite a Winter day, isn't it?"

The Goblin squeaks as a gust of wind pushes her away from Reithak, and she leans hard to move back, walking in place. "This is often very inconvenient."

She glances at Teppus a moment. "If I may offer a small bit of advice? Get yourself a small blanket, and wrap the kitty in it. Much like a baby in swaddling cloths, kitty won't be able to get away or claw you."

"Easy there, easy! Suppose that's the problem when you're floating up off the ground." The large egalrin chuckles, stopping the gobbers flight with an outstretched wing. "I'd say it's quite balmy, but I'd be a liar. Us birds usually are up on the mountains so it's not too bad, usually."

"But the same can't be said for prized mousers now, can it? No good deed goes unpunished." Reithak shrugs. "I take it you know where there going then? Guess that just leaves getting it there then. Probably a good idea to get them restrained, gently, Simony here's got the right of it."

"Ah, an excellent idea. I don't know much about cats. I can try that." HE muses. "I Don't really have anything appropriate *on* me, though..."

He's musing it over, trying to figure out how to get the cat in a blanket.

Because right now said cat is making the most pathetic excuse for raging meows possible.

The Goblin lets out a lengthy sigh, which is mostly lost to the wind. She works to shrug off her cloak, and steps closer to Teppus, moving upwards at the same time. It takes her a couple of tries due to errant gusts of wind, but she manages to wrap the side of Teppus containing angry kitty.

"I'll leave it to you to wrap the kitty up snuggly.", Simony offers, with a toothy grin, to the man.

Stepping back a moment, she nods and shrugs to Reithak. "It's this or get stuck in snow drifts. I don't want them finding my body come spring when the snowdrifts have all melted.", she says with a snort. Shivering a little, she pulls her robes closer. At least her robes have a hood.

"I take it you weren't planning on spending your day cat wrangling? Hang on, I think I've got some spare cloth in one of my bags somewhere." The egalrin muses, digging around in her bag. "Ah! Guess Simony's got it." She exclaims, sweeping the goblin back up in a fluffy wing. "Careful, you'll catch your death out here even if you're doing the right thing. Guess we're helping you get this kitty back wherever they live, mister...?"

"Teppus. And this is Jewel Of The Tornmawr, apparently," remarks the bald human. With the Egalrin's help, assuming she spreads the cloth for them, he'll set the clawing cat down on it and try to inexpertly bundle it up.

"REOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW," yells the cat. Fiercely. For it is a fierce, eight pound tiger.

Simony makes a pleased sound when wrapped in a wing, and she unconsciously leans into it, still floating a little off the ground. "I'll be alright, once we get kitty back to her owners, and I can have my cloak back."

She snorts likely, "So where to, mister Teppus?", the Goblin wonders. "Kitty can't have wandered too far, yes?"

"Reithak, pleased to meet'cha! Ah, hang on a moment. You can do better than that." The large egalrin tuts, crouching down slightly and helping to wrap up the rather unhappy cat, managing to keep one wing loosely around the goblin. "Got a lot of fire in you little one, no wonder your family's counting on you to take care of any mice! They must be missing you a lot already."

"So! Guess I'm the temporary cloak replacement for a gobber, I've had worse jobs. Want some help bringing them back? Just in case they try to make a break for it, you know?" Reithak offers.

"No, it's just a couple miles from here," says Teppus. So, yes, kitty did wander far, even if he doesn't necessarily agree with that out loud.

With aid, the cat is now safely in its 'purrito'. Except in this case, it's more 'angry feral hissing-ito'.

"I'm Simony Smithsdottir.", the Goblin says as an introduction. "I'm a cleric of Navos, and as such... do you need your wounds tended to?"

She giggles at Reithak, "Thank you, your feathers do a good job at insulation."

She gestures to Teppus, "Lay on, MacDuff. We can at least keep you company, hmm? I suppose on the upside, the kitty didn't get outside the walls of the city."

"Macwho?" queries Teppus. He's lost on that one! "I said my name is Teppus."

Apparently, he's humorless! Still, he holds the cat out and then turns to smile at Simony and Reithak. "This is much better."

The cat does not agree, but he starts on his way.

"Couple miles huh? No wonder they were hungry. Long way to walk in this weather huh? Let us make the return trip, we've got longer legs." Reithak snorts, reaching out to pat the bundle of fluff. "They are, aren't they? Least when they're there. It just wouldn't do to let you or your art be lost to the uncaring cold of winter, would it? Let me know if you want a ride there."

The Goblin looks mildly disappointed. "It is a famous line in a play, it basically means, take the lead. Basically." She peers at the purrito and nods.

"Better than getting your arm all scratched up, yes? Erm. So." Simony cants her head. "You don't want your scratches looked at or tended to?"

The wee albino nods to Reithak. "What is it Slixvah says? Ah, you're a peach, Reithak. I think she means you're sweat. That's how I take it, anyways. But, I will be okay. I avoid walking too high, so the wind can't take me much farther than the next building over, really. I'll walk up the hill, though, hah, the wind would take me quite a distance if I tried air walking up that way."

"Mn. Haven't seen it," muses Teppus!

And then he nods towards Simony, adding, "Oh, well. Maybe when I'm done? I'm just likely to get more in the meantime if this unravels."

The cat squirms in the purrito before eventually going silent, stewing in angry, baleful resentment that could light the fury of a thousand suns.

So, you know, a regular cat.

"Yeah, Slix is sweet, so she knows how to tell other people they're sweet. That, or she's saying something else." The large egalrin laughs. "I bet you could get real far, might make me jealous how far you soar! But we need you hear to get your cloak back after so, stay close, eh?"

"I've never seen the play either, is it a good one? Sometimes just because it's famous doesn't mean it's good after all." Reithak wonders. "I'll have some extra cloth just in case, just have to squish that cat to make sure they aren't able to move to much. Gently, that is."

"Oh, it's a good one, about revenge. And if you had seen it, there might have been a different response to my saying that light." Simony giggles knowingly. "Macbeth. It gets played at least once a season in the theatre district. It's a tragedy, but there are a few comedic moments too."

She stretches and yawns, leaning more against Reithak. "Well, she might be calling you fuzzy... I doubt she'd be calling you orange too. So, sweet it is!"

"Mm.. hmm. Right," says Teppus, not knowing much about plays, if we're honest. "Revenge is generally bad," he adds. And then he starts leading the way down the street towards a domicile. It's going to take a while to get there -- what, especially in heavy snow holding a cat.

"Revenge? Generally, yeah, but it's not always the worst. Just need to you know, temper yourself, and not get too wrapped up in it." Reithak shrugs. "Sweet is good, I'll take it. More fluffy than fuzzy, I'm not some weird insect bird hybrid."

"Sometimes there's humor in tragedy, that's just how life is sometimes. Gotta make the most of it." Reithak muses as she wanders along. "What do you think? Do you like your art to do one thing well, or to try and tackle a variety of things?"

"I don't know. I suppose that I don't spend a lot of time thinking about art," admits Teppus, thoughtfully. "I live a pretty simple life."

Teppus pats the cat on the head, which growls menacingly, "Except when I have to help a cat."

"Or anyone else, I guess." He wanders on his way towards the home, leaving a trail of heavy booted footfalls in his wake.

"Well, I highly doubt that, to be perfectly honest. I reckon you're thinking too narrow with what you consider art." The large egalrin muses cryptically. "Art's real broad. Painting a picture is just as much an art as raising animals, or growing crops, swinging a sword or tracking down wandering cats."

"Simple life is good though, can't fault you for that. Still, it's good to get out of your comfort zone and pull the boundaries of it from the outside, right? Least I think so."

"...yeah, you may be right about that. I've never given it any thought," admits Teppus. "I'll add it to the very long list of all the other things I've never given any thought to."

He pantomimes writing a note to himself. "Art," he murmurs.

"MEOW," yells the cat.

"We're almost there."

Reithak leans over, and sticks out their tongue while continuing to walk. "Nope! Too late, you've already thought about it. You'll just get all your notes messed up if you add to it." The egalrin jokes, rubbing out the invisible notebook with an equally invisible eraser. "Now you'll need to add it to your list of things to think about more instead! Like going to see some interesting plays or things like that! I'm pretty sure the cat agrees! That, or they're anxious to be free of that, equally likely."

"Very likely," says Teppus, "Hold on a second..." And then he marches up to a domicile to knock on the door, cheerfully. The door is opened and a young girl throws herself at his leg to hug him.

That's her cat, that's for sure. The cat is eventually deposited inside with the girl and is soon seen in the window trying to get out again. Clearly, it is thinking, "I WILL MURDER YOU ALL" as it does so.

Teppus, blithely unaware, turns and replies, "A job well done!"

"Well, there we go! Hopefully they don't get out again. Honestly, does it think that it's a good idea to be out in this weather? Not to mention causing trouble to the glassmakers, scratch up the windows too much and you're better off with walls." The egalrin huffs. "Job well done though! All's left is to make sure Simony is safe in the winter with her cloak back, then, I dunno! It was nice to do a good deed for the day. Take care, Teppus!" She agrees, offering a wave and turning to head back down another street.