Although Cam had yet to relent, Juniper crouched and then plopped onto her butt near the mouth of the tent to demonstrate that she wasn’t too close and she wasn’t in the way. Fortunately, Cam agreed to it and she didn’t have to move. Crossing her legs, she perked up with a grin, about to reiterate that she wouldn’t get in his hair.
With all her exposure to wizards and their weirdness, she thought she could even help, but decided to keep it to herself. Not only was Cam talking, but this actually seemed a lot more important to him than the sorts of experiments Billy and Em performed. The Scotsman went on, and despite the warning, Juniper felt a frisson of excitement when he said the Fae might make themselves known.
The tiger had some experience with the fair folk, mostly in the form of a feud. She knew from firsthand experience that they were a handful, but again, Cam seemed deadly serious. He probably wasn’t just referring to stupid pixies.
With respect to her friend, she nodded solemnly, meeting Cam’s eyes. “I understand. I’ll keep out of the way, I’ll be careful.” Her tone was serious, but she was careful with her phrasing. The tiger didn’t think it needed to be a binding promise, after all. Besides, she was sure Cam thought she was human. The cat did her best not to lock eyes and stare, distracting herself with another bite of her pop tart.
That done, Juniper neglected to swallow before asking, “The Inquisitor says you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a Fae in England. Issat true?”
She made a lot of assumptions all at once, from thinking Cam knew Theo, to thinking he knew the state of Fae in England. But who didn’t know Theo? And wasn't Scotland near England?
With all her exposure to wizards and their weirdness, she thought she could even help, but decided to keep it to herself. Not only was Cam talking, but this actually seemed a lot more important to him than the sorts of experiments Billy and Em performed. The Scotsman went on, and despite the warning, Juniper felt a frisson of excitement when he said the Fae might make themselves known.
The tiger had some experience with the fair folk, mostly in the form of a feud. She knew from firsthand experience that they were a handful, but again, Cam seemed deadly serious. He probably wasn’t just referring to stupid pixies.
With respect to her friend, she nodded solemnly, meeting Cam’s eyes. “I understand. I’ll keep out of the way, I’ll be careful.” Her tone was serious, but she was careful with her phrasing. The tiger didn’t think it needed to be a binding promise, after all. Besides, she was sure Cam thought she was human. The cat did her best not to lock eyes and stare, distracting herself with another bite of her pop tart.
That done, Juniper neglected to swallow before asking, “The Inquisitor says you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a Fae in England. Issat true?”
She made a lot of assumptions all at once, from thinking Cam knew Theo, to thinking he knew the state of Fae in England. But who didn’t know Theo? And wasn't Scotland near England?