Dec 28, 2018
@sinninggod.
Nott’s normally large eyes narrow to slits as she watches her friend’s familiar wind his spotted body around Dionysus’ feet, purring for attention. Frumpkin isn’t an ordinary animal just anyone can charm --- she knows this, despite Caleb’s insistence on treating his familiar as a pet. She also suspects he prefers a feline vessel, though. And felines seem to prefer Dionysus to anyone else.
She hasn’t known them for very long. But as a detective, she has come to certain conclusions.
“So you’re like... a god of cats? A god that cats worship?”