#l'vitsa

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Hey Chesire cat, where'd you go?

I was walking through the forest of moccassin brea~th, when I saw a troll boy wearing ti~ght pants…

…Well. L'vitsa is walking towards a forest, but the thing that catches her eye is neither troll (she thinks) or boy. A familiar pair of slightly luminescent eyes peering out from a tree above, but noticably lacking in body, alert her to the kitten above.

She keeps walking as if she hadn’t noticed anything, tail waving merrily. When she’s passed out of sight, she stops and removes her boots, revealing feet that look basically like hobbit feet, but with cat-like pads on her toes and under them, and retractable claws on each toe. Leaving her boots there, L'vitsa turns and starts back, purposefully keeping her steps light and silent, an easier job without the heavy metal-toed shoes.

L'vitsa stops again, judging where Naomi’s back would be and whether she can jump to catch the branch next to her or if she’d have to try and climb the tree without Naomi noticing, unlikely given the girl’s senses. She’ll have to be careful while sneaking up, jumping to grab the branch behind the girl and lifting herself up, carefully arranging to pounce them both out of the tree entirely.

(She is.)

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Goats and Baths

‘Wow. How on Earth is grass so green?’

L’vitsa is staring at her hands and admiring the play of sunlight over the contrasting colors of her hands and the grass. The grass is bright green with darker flecks on some of the stalks. Her hands are brown, a little lighter than the dirt her fingers grip, and have lighter flecks, though not many this far down her limbs. (They are thickest from the bridge of her nose down the back of her neck and over her shoulders, decreasing in density from there, and the darker flecks on the grass are thickest at the bases. L’vitsa is sure there’s meaning in this somewhere, but she can’t find it right now.)

Something moves behind her, distracting the art teacher from her upside-down musings on how all things are connected. Her tail, previously holding her skirt to the legs sticking straight up in the air, uncurls to wave behind her as her feet lightly touch down on the ground, leaving her upright and facing the direction of the watery noises. (It leaves a light ring of white fur against the green of the fabric, but she’s not worried by it.)

What she sees is partially worrying, but mostly just exciting.

There appears to be an alien in the lake. A rather large, somewhat humanoid, with skin a purple blue not unlike a fresh bruise, long horns, and white tattoos over their (his? why is she applying human pronouns to an alien? for shame.) body. The alien (or genetic experiment? who knows in these parts) also appears to be bathing. There’s a robe on a branch nearby. Said probably-a-person is in the lake. They look huge, wow.

She is probably staring for an almost rude amount of time at this point, but somehow doesn’t appear to be the least bit scared. Because she isn’t. New people are exciting, especially new people that look different and she wonders if this new person will let her draw them or talk to them or–. Ahem. Right. Bathing. The culture she was raised with says it’s not polite to watch people bathe, so she looks away. …On the other hand, she was also taught that science is impolite, and it is never a bad time for science. So there’s that, as well. This is probably why she hasn’t left yet, though she may start shifting away a bit, self concious.

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Heeey, kitty. Hovw's it going? This is Cronus, from class.You knovw. The monitor headed one.

"Heyyy Cronus!" L'vitsa waves in his direction, seriously contemplating the empty piece of paper taped to the wall in front of her. "How are mew doing?"