It was a short walk from Markka’s quarters to the dining hall. Fortunately, the kitchen never closed and it served nearly every culinary dish from every species in the Alliance. Leahcim and Markka were able to find something to their liking then found a table in a sparsely populated corner of the hall.
“So, kiddo, wanna talk ‘bout what’s bothering you?”
Markka twitched her whiskers and smoothed down her gray hair with one of her paws before she exhaled a long sigh. She looked into his dark eyes, framed by his brown face, and confessed her concern about her dreams.
Neville Hunt 3 months ago
I’m listening too!
Jamie Clapperton 7 days ago
She's a cat! 😃