Horvath adores his cats, but he doesn't know about the slow-blink. He does lean forward with a grunt, to stroke the grey shape coiling around his leg, then to hunt out his reading glasses, and peer at the photos on her phone.
"Oh goodness, those are pretty... I mean, I can see why they'd object, but still..." Fireflies are something he's never seen in person, although he knows enough to recognize they'd be easy to mistake for them. "Where I grew up, we would have considered those will-o-the wisp."
Smoke retreats under the chair again... then out and around, slinking along furniture and the ends of bookshelves. She's circling so she'll be able to get closer to Anna without being seen. But she's not as subtle as she thinks she is, either.
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Date: 2014-12-12 01:36 am (UTC)"Oh goodness, those are pretty... I mean, I can see why they'd object, but still..." Fireflies are something he's never seen in person, although he knows enough to recognize they'd be easy to mistake for them. "Where I grew up, we would have considered those will-o-the wisp."
Smoke retreats under the chair again... then out and around, slinking along furniture and the ends of bookshelves. She's circling so she'll be able to get closer to Anna without being seen. But she's not as subtle as she thinks she is, either.