"I'm leaving soon—er, do you wish to come along, Chesire?" Lady Catherine Duke wrapped her shawl around her shoulders. Her pink hair fluttered over the white fabric as she glanced at the cat man floating through the air. The two of them were walking together, well she was walking through her residence.
The Chesire rested his hand underneath his chin, "Why should I go there? Your husband is there, and he wants to take my head. And wouldn't it be bothersome for you?" he yawned, "Not that I care, but I already visited there once out of curiosity. I've already seen everything."
A small bead of sweat formed on the Lady's forehead. If it weren't for the fact that she had interacted with this particular and fascinating creature when she was much younger than she wouldn't have even offered it. The Lady had come from a minor House close to the Blue Forest and her husband's own territory.
It was a shame to her that the man found the cat bothersome than interesting.
