Píp the cat was intently watching a school of fish dancing in the water under the quay while she listened to Ból's stories of the forests of Dimkarat. Their voice existed only for her and did not disturb the fish, so she did not mind.
We could just take a quick look, we'd be back by dinner. Ból said, while intently watching all the fish in the harbor. The voice in Pip's head was drenched in hope and excitement.
"You said it's thousands of tree-lengths away?" Píp looked up, confused.
Yes, in this realm it is, but we are not bound here. There was a smidge of uncertainty in the words.
"Bóóól..." Píp's tail began to twitch.
See, you are now very much like me. Certainty. But you are young. Young for a cat, very young for a spirit. These last words felt incomplete.
"...aaaaand?"
Well, you are a cat. Which makes everything they hesitated more interesting.
"Back by dinner, you say." Píp cocked her head. "Solifan bought fish yesterday, and since he doesn't eat meat, it's going to be good dinner."
Ooooh, have I told you of the river trout? Images of rushing water and rainbow scales came with the voice.
Píp's ears stood attention and her pupils grew.
"Fresh fish, now we're talking. So how do we get there?"