Smiling, Bast rubbed up against Loki's knuckles, purring. It was nice to find someone who knew about cats. Then she stepped away, watching him.
She didn't - really didn't - want to hurt him, knowing full well that it couldn't help whatever was making him sick - he stank of illness - but it was the only way to get him to understand. So she 'spoke' as gently as possible, the equivelent of a whisper. //I don't suppose you'd know anything about shapeshifting, would you?//
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Date: 2006-11-12 12:11 pm (UTC)She didn't - really didn't - want to hurt him, knowing full well that it couldn't help whatever was making him sick - he stank of illness - but it was the only way to get him to understand. So she 'spoke' as gently as possible, the equivelent of a whisper. //I don't suppose you'd know anything about shapeshifting, would you?//