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The teleportation is a sparkly affair. A pop of purple magic and the pair are now standing in a stone hallway. It stretches out far in front of them, marked by series of doors on either side before it turns a corner. There are interspersed sconces glowing with more pale purple magic, providing some gentle lighting. Underfoot is a purple sigil, apparently the target for the return spell. Behind, a plain, solid wall made of more cobalt stone.

The inherent gloom of this location does not appear to put off the caged scholar in the least. He's already reshouldering his new bookbag and stepping off the sigil, unthreading his arm from Ashlynn's, headed down the hall. Calling out, "Kin! I am back! I have more books! And someone who needs help! Kin, please come forth!"

Whatever this 'Kin' is, he's not the first to emerge. Instead, one of the rooms has a low, small flap on its heavy wood door. And pushing through it with one fuzzy cheek is a cat! It's nearly all white except for a few tabby-coloured spots. One on his forehead that looks strangely like an eye, and a few more on the back. Micolash makes a happy noise when this feline is spotted, walking faster to pick him up.

"Henry! Hello, Henry," he says, holding him out in both hands at arm length, cat hanging from his armpits. The cat squints in response and looks towards the lady that came along. "I've brought someone for Abysa to feed," the man explains to the feline before gathering the cat against his chest in the crook of one arm.

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"A red dot? Why would you want to make a-" But he's interrupted by Henry spotting the results of Ash's pointer, pupils going big as he crouches, wiggles his behind and...POUNCE. He keeps scrambling after it and batting at it uselessly like trying to kill a bug. Micolash is stunned at such a response! But soon laughs. "Henry! It's just a small light! There is nothing to hit!" As if explaining will make the cat realize his attempts are a fool's game. They don't, of course. That kitty is going to slap that dot to DEATH.

"Maine? Why is the cat there and not with you?" Not that he knows what this 'Maine' is. He's getting slowly used to hearing places he's never heard of, at least. Micolash is briefly distracted from watching Henry's continued frantic attempts at laser pointer murder, smiling at ridiculous display. "I wasn't allowed pets growing up. And it was against the rules by the time I had away to college."

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She chuckles softly, "cause it's fun for everyone." She replies course not when it's one a gun but then you could at least spot it. Her right eye twitches at the thought of Sherlock being at gun point more often then anyone should like.

She softly moves the light around so he can play a bit doing little patterns and circles.

"Er well she's with my extended family as..I came to scout and see if I could find my best buddy.. Quests aren't the best place for kitties." She murmers explaining. Adopted and family by bond that was. Her in laws and few remaining relations we're back in Mist Haven.

Her eyes soften in sympathy,"Ah I see.." That wasn't uncommon either. "And now ya have this little guy. " She murmurs fondly, with a small smile.

"Oh yes. The man who can change from beast and back." He doesn't seem to get as manically thrilled at the notion this time. Maybe he's had time to adjust. Maybe he's behaving well for Abysa. Either way, it's probably a welcome change. "Wouldn't a cat help with locating him? As they tend to track down rodents..." Actually a horrible idea, Micolash! Try and remember what felines DO with the rodents they locate.

"Oh but yes! Henry is wonderful to have around. I enjoy just watching him go about his business. How his whiskers twitch and ears move. How soft and silent his footsteps are." Micolash gives the cat another poke, which makes Henry jump, as he'd been focused on the task of dot hunting. "Does your cat look like him?"

She blinks and looks a little taken aback but she recovers quickly. "Err, well.. if he's in a certain state it might make it worse.. or him less likely to come out he's had bad experiences with villains using.. felines nastily against him ya see. " She softly and gently explains.

Sometimes it was even hard for Sherlock to be comfortable around gentle cats sadly.

"Aye tis. " She blinks and jumps a little as well and the dot light shuts off and she tucks it away for now. Aww poor Henry. She thinks and goes to wash her hands again.

"Marie's a bit smaller and white very fluffy and French. " She informs him and makes a note to show him a picture after. She chuckles softly, "she's very friendly and loving, cuddly. " She adds drying her hands and putting some bread slices on a large plate, and readying a knife and debating between cold or something warm or both and various.

Good thing Ash was the one to correct that, because Micolash looks surprised and then dismayed. "Oh. Of course. And I suppose it would be a mite difficult to follow after a single cat all day and night. Hoping it finds your, erm. Friend." Good thing something was said or the scholar might have gotten some bright ideas about setting Henry to the task. Which would end poorly for literally everyone involved.

He's smiling again, however, with the description of her own cat back home. "What wonderful beasts to keep us company. So clever and shrewd. I do admire them so." He watches as Ashlynn begins to get food out and prepared and...scoots a step away. Why is Micolash so paranoid people are going to make him eat?! Everyone here knows he's not going to, calm down, sir.

She nods her eyes soften a little, "It was a nice idea though." She states softly not wishing him to think she didn't appreciate him trying to help.

She hums and nods, "Aye that they are. " She murmers and notes the movement out the corner of her eye as she tears some ham and turkey into smaller bits and puts them in front of Henry to see which he liked more and to keep him busy.

She internally debated for a moment and then started looking for a skillet. Cause frick it, she wanted something warm to start off though she did put a bit of turkey sneakily into her right check to hide and to suck on while her head was turned away to take the edge off. Besides if she had to run she though she hated the thought of wasting food she could toss..some small piece of something at Micolash and brandish the skillet Rapunzel/tangled style if need be.

If it became necessary. Which she hoped it wouldn't but one had to be prepared.

Imagine just tossing a sandwich at Micolash and he recoils like a vampire shown a holy symbol. Who knows, it could work!

Henry, meanwhile, continues to prove he's a much better meal partner than his keeper ever will be, because he gets right to work on devouring both meat bits. And then licking his lips and sniffing/looking around for more. Micolash chides him, "Greedy," as he resumes petting the cat. His hand gets sniffed immediately out of hope for more food.

"Why are you so keen on finding your beast friend? Are you close?" Conversation might as well keep going, and this is a subject the scholar only realizes now that he's been wondering AND has no direct answers to. "Family? ...Spouse?"

She chuckles softly and pulls out the other things she needs and checks to see what sort of oven she's dealing with.

She blinks and looks up, even without the compulstion one of her gifts gives her sometimes she feels being close to the truth is always best. If she has to talk. She blinks a bit owlishly though.

"Oh ah. Well.. he's the closest thing I have to a brother now a days. " She murmurs softly and sincerely. A brother of the heart however. In that they sort of adopted each other. The Baker Street gang has always been a sort of found family.

Her wolf, thought of him as pack for ages now and pack he would forever be.

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"Ah. So a...very dear friend?" She said the word 'brother' and yet Micolash has some kind of disconnect in drawing those lines together. Why is that?

"...I had a brother once. We were not. Close. At all." Oh, that'd do it, huh. With a guy who seems as dreamy and unsure as he is, only certain in absolutes of his particular experiences, of course Micolash would find the concept of brotherhood to be something one wouldn't want to seek out if his own was lacking.

She smiles softly and nods. "Aye, yes indeed. " She murmurs. He is her squeaky and if need be her wolf side would do most anything for him. For those closest to her she'd do things she wouldn't normally do.

Her face softens, "oh I'm sorry to hear that. " true that could happen. Sherlock often had rifts and spats with Mycroft but they still looked out for each other. They same was true about her and Connor. But he was the more run into things type but for good reasons.

"It is all right. I was best off alone, after all. And things didn't get especially sour until the...altercation. At our father's funeral." Sometimes memories of his life in the Waking before the Ritual are a little difficult to discern or recall. But the big ones are always present and ready for retrieval. Such as said funeral and whatever happened there.

Micolash sighs and leans down so he can rest on his folded arms. Henry wastes no time ambling over and flopping into the crook of those arms, reaching up one white paw to bat at the overhead handle of the man's cage. "I still don't even know what I did wrong. But ah well. It is the past and another lifetime ago besides. What does it matter anymore?" Maybe realizing he should switch the subject to something a little less dreary, he asks, "What of you? Any siblings by way of blood?"

Her eyes widened and then softened. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. " She murmurs sincerely.

She smiles softly glance Henry could give him affection at least. As she puts a pan on the stove and readies to cut and put some butter in it, before looking as how to lit the stove top. Bringing the other things she needs to make her first warm sandwich.

Her eyes saddened and haunted looking. "Oh, um aye.. I had a younger brother, Connor. He ahem, had compilations from.. a re opened war wound. There was a well.. we're still not sure exactly what sort of creature it was.. other then it looked like a boar. " a boar with some kind of magic.. it could have been a shifter or a sorcerer for all the clues they could find.

all they knew was the usual and unusual treatments they could get ahold of, at the very least eased some of the pain at the best of times. She and the others had run themselves near ragged. Her last hope.. had her going to Rumplestlskin.

Micolash shrugs, which makes Henry meow. Don't jostle me, human! "My father lived a long and fine life. And as far as my brother..." He just trails off. Honestly, he couldn't care either way anymore, just like he said. The man's not a part of his life and hasn't been for some time. Who knows where he even is.

Instead now, the man looks aside at where Ashlynn's expression has just gone troubled. "Had? Past tense? How sad. And to have such an unfortunate event. And no sign of the being or animal that caused his injury?"

She swallows thickly and adds some beard to the melted buttered pan and readies her spatula. As it softly sizzles.

"Still, it always effects those left behind in some manner. " She murmurs lowly.

She nods, "Aye, tis.. not for years the trails gone rather cold. " She murmurs though prehaps someday if they could get back to the enchanted forest.. or if whomever or whatever was involved.. got transported somewhere. Things and people had a bad habit of turning up in the oddest and worse places of late.

"A dreadful shame." He's quiet a moment, watching as a little Henry paw comes up into his field of vision to bat his cage. Then remembers he's supposed to say something in these situations. "...I'm sorry for your loss." It's a little wooden in its delivery, but he's trying. Friendship is new and strange!

"Is this why you have designated your beast friend as a new brother?" A fresh level of awkwardness, this. Why is human interaction so difficult and nuanced?

She sniffles a little and nods half listly and automatic. Her eyes down and on the pan for a few moments.

She smiles softly grateful, "Thank you." She murmers hoarsely and grabs for a bottle of water to take a sip.

She unscrews her bottle cap from her backpack and swallows softly, before turning her head to take a drink before nodding and recloseing it and setting it on the counter as she quickly moves back to the stove. "A little..somewhat..they have some similar personality traits. the same coloring too. " She murmers lowly. Especially the hair.

Henry continues to bat at the cage, especially the handle, eventually grabbing it with both front paws and pulling himself upwards to bite at it. Micolash watches him, surprised and briefly distracted. Then turns his attention back to Ashlynn once more, even though Henry is soon using his new leverage to pull himself further up.

"Colouring?" Micolash laughs lightly, uncertain. "You speak as though it is taxonomy!" Not that he doesn't apply science jargon inappropriate to people, oh, all the time. Maybe he's just relieved someone else is doing it.

Aaaand then he's distracted again by Henry antics because the cat is now skillfully climbing his little kitty way up the lattice of Micolash's bars. The man wearing the cage watches in surprised silence, following the feline upwards. Until he vanishes over the top of it and settles there, hunkering down and squinting in satisfaction at finding such a fine high place! Micolash is now staring forward, very aware that he really should keep his cage still. Just letting Henry fall would be awful!

"...I really should let you prepare your food, shouldn't I?" Only now has he realized maybe all his inane chatter is holding up the process?

She shrugs softly, "well I used to raise horses and such so. " She murmurs softly, course she's also from a medieval esqe land so naturally old fashioned type words tend to sprinkle /bled into her vocabulary now and then.

She chuckles softly watching bemused at Henry's antics. "Oh Er, well I don't want to burn anything so.. " She trails off gently. As she looks towards mircolashs eyes.

"Horses are terrifying," he replies, eyes wide to indeed echo that sentiment. "Far too big. Skittish. Untrustworthy." Although he notices that Ashlynn's looking towards him now, eyes flitting to meet hers as well now. Eye contact is important. He wonders if he's missing a cue here. Not the first time, and never the last, if that's the case.

"Are you...feeling all right here? This place is very safe," he reassures now. "The Kin and Henry are both very good hosts and protectors." He nods, but carefully, making sure to not rock his cage and jostle the purring cat overheard.

She blinks and looks half sad, half offended by that. Though if someone has had bad experiences... but she can't stay completely quiet bout things. "Not.. all of them are like that.. some horses might say people are the scary ones.. or certain ones are. " She points out with a slight twitch of her nose. "Their herd animals, their instinct is to run or buck when their scared, ask questions later. "

She explains as calmly as possible, and buzzies her hands by flipping her bread and adding cheese, and topping with another slice.

She blinks a bit at that and swallows softly, "ahem, .. well Er if ya say so. " She murmurs diplomatically. She hasn't seen evidence to the contrary yet. She gives Henry a warm smile and fond look. She then lowers her voice and subtlety glances and scans around. Patting her grilled cheese with the spatula.

"I'm sure he's a very fine ahem mouser and judge of character. " She murmurs politely. "If.. say there was.. a fire or some such. .emergency. do you.. two have an..exit.. like a physical one?" She asks softly.

Micolash looks curious, a single crooked finger hovering near his mouth, or as near as it can get with the bars in the way, of course. "Oh. A good question. I would assume that the Kin would be able to relocate us with his abilities and put us to safety." He glances back over where the demon is floating and looking still fretful. Worrying about the guest of his guest. Ah, but Abysa's anxiety makes Micolash guilty!

"...He is mostly leery of humans," he says quieter now, explaining to Ash in turn. "I believe they ostracize his people back in the Waking he belongs to. It is one of the reasons he lives here so remote and removed. He does not want to alarm humans or cause them to think poorly of him. Very sad, as he has been nothing but gracious and tender with me."

She blinks and blows out a soft breath, "but say..if he was not close to hand?" She prompts softly. She was kinda big on safety normally too.

But in such a situation even more so.

Her eyes soften a smidgen. " Ah, I see. " She murmurs though she can understand why.. perhaps on both sides a little. She twitches her nose in thought and gently pats her sandwich with the spatula as it sizzles.

"Well, I'm glad he treats you well. " She replies very very softly. Though as to why he does so is still in question. What is Abysa's motives she wonders, almost as much as she ponders over the man's before her.

Micolash continues to look confused, concerned. "I suppose...I would make haste to the rune we arrived upon? It can take me back out as easily as it can in. Are-" He looks over Ash's cooking with apprehension now. Scooting a few steps back, which gets Henry to lift his head and make a 'brrt' noise before settling back down. "Are you worried you're going to set fire to to place...?"

Also, Ash isn't the only one who wonders why Abysa puts up with Micolash. He wonders that himself almost everyday.

"Ah yes, runes. "She half murmurs, there was some familiar territory. "Have to say it looks different then most I run into. " She states conversationaly. Though surely there's some similar language families after all. They can understand each other without aid of a translation charm.

"Hmm? Oh no just.. it's the most common.. household hazard that came to mind. " She murmurs softly and reasurely quick. "Though I am unfamiliar with the lights in yer hallway. Though we use sconces and such back home as well. " She half remarks as she starts to gently plate her grilled cheese and shuts off the burner for now.

"Oh, the lights?" He turns and looks at the nearest one, taking in the sight that he's now come to take for granted anew. Hmmm. "Oh, Abysa controls and conjures those. He's very talented." He smiles dreamily, proud to be considered an ally of this indeed talented demon. Or at least someone said demon watches after. Ally might be a generous term.

Henry has perked up when he smells the finished food. Butter! Cheese! He meows once and then leaps down from the top of the cage back onto the counter, intent on getting his nose all up in that grilled cheese. Micolash this time is quick to grab him by his middle and pull him away. "No, no! Henry, that is Ashlynn's meal. Not yours." The cat croaks in protest before he is gently deposited onto the floor. You gotta draw a line in the sand with cats.

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