As she watched the exchange between the small sídhe and the tiger, Crys smiled, yawned and stretched. It felt like she had slept almost a month, and indeed, looking back on her last post date, it almost had been a month!
After Fionavar left and the lovely aroma of breakfast began wafting through the room, Crys moved away from her cozy bed and decided to seize the day. First things first. She remembered that Pandemonium had taken a detour towards the pond on their way to the Guildhouse. In order to prevent a sudden lake in the parlour, she roused him gently and led him to the double glass doors that led to the grounds in the the back of the Eldar Estate in order to take care of his morning needs.
Pandemonium sauntered slowly towards a clump of bushes and disappeared in the shadows under a great Hanging Fir.
Crys watched the tiger depart from the French doors and heard the exchange between Vana and Eff Tee, who seemed to have been on an adventure of his own whilst the ladies slept. Bits of leaf and twig were still clinging to his trousers. And as Vana asked where he'd been, he absently brushed a bit of oak leaf from his curly hair. Waiting with great anticipation deepening curiosity for the answer, Crys moved to the kitchen, still in earshot, to prepare some corn and soymeal mash with butter and cream for the tiger's morning victuals.