Someone has sent Kuyyi a rather large and detailed model of a cat, decorated with flowers. there is no note. Trinikke recieves a Launchpad-style musical instrument with a portable amp.. Oh dear. It has many files of sound effects. Many.
The cat sat on the table in the main office of the inquisition, staring at Kuyyi with glassy green eyes that were eerily detailed yet somehow lacked any kind of life. That however was not what disturbed her most about the strange model feline with it’s winding floral pattern- oh no, that was the seemingly permanent grin that the sculptor had, for reasons unknown, decided would be the best expression for their masterpiece. Once again she looked for a note, wondering who would possibly send it to her. Over the next few days the cat would appear in various offices, unspoken, uncommented on, but always returning to it’s spot in the main room where it would eventually remain.
A vast cacophony of sound echoes through the small rata sum lab as the progeny sprinted between work benches, ducked under cables and leapt over scattered notes and data crystals, pressing buttons on his new toy with wild abandon. Sirens blared, elephants trumpeted, lighting struck and all the while he laughed. Trinikke’s joy was not shared by his caretaker however, who cased him, cursing whoever sent the infernal contraption and trying to restore peace. She never did catch him, the progeny was too fast, too tricksy and he knew all the best hiding places.
((I Don’t normally write. I tried.))
