Mory rose from the ground, with Rola helping her remove the dry grass tangled in her hair – Heaven knows how it got there. As she watched the black cat on the shoulder of the witch departing into the distance, Mory's eyebrows quirked slightly, and she leaned into Fergenie's ear.
"Did that kitty just talk?"
Fergenie turned her head to look at her companion. It had been three minutes already, and her understanding of her companion had deepened, so…
"I'm pleased to see you agree with the me from three minutes ago," Fergenie said expressionlessly, her amber eyes showing no hint of pity or disdain.
"What about now?" In truth, Mory hadn't grasped her meaning, simply carrying on half-heartedly with the conversation.
"Now, I'm worried about my companion's intelligence," Fergenie replied.
When Rola finally couldn't hold back a giggle, Mory realized she had been played by the cat named Veraliz and the companion before her called Fergenie.
