when: sept 10, around closing where: maynooth who: @briellemccaffrey
Fuck, it’s cold. Crouched low in her cat form, Ember could feel the rain seeping in through her fur coat. Despite the shivers wracking her lithe, little body, she fixed her gaze on the glass door of Maynooth. The guardian had turned down all her invitations for the night with the intent to work and checking out the little cult shop had been first thing on her list. She’d been there when Marigold had wandered in all those months ago, perpetually keeping an eye on her friend but now she was alone. She could conduct her own investigation and report back to Adare. For all their eccentricities and fervor, Ember doubted Clann Nuadha’s role in the recent fey killings but she wasn’t about to write them off without investigating.
Through the glass, she could see the shop girl bustling around inside. The last customer had left only a few minutes ago, giving the girl a friendly goodbye before hurrying through the rain. Ember watched his form disappear in the distance before she slid out from underneath a mailbox. Grumbling inwardly at the fat raindrop that landed smack dab on her head between her ears, she slunk toward the door. She caught sight of her soaked reflection, yellow eyes staring back at her. Rearing up on her hind legs, Ember started to scratch at the glass repeatedly, a series of sad meows coming from her mouth.
Showtime.
