Lunaria

Lunaria



The Nocturne stood, bent over the table as she poured and stirred her mixtures to perfection, wafts of gases filled the air in a multitude of colors, her glasses precariously balanced on the tip of her nose as she focused on the ingredients, a true witch of many talents.

"Mrrreow." The meowing of a cat reached her ears from another room, interrupting her work.

"My cats!" The Nocturne shouted, ditching her work to go check on her poor kitties, even the most important potion would be left to stew. Her cats would always take first priority.

As she bolted into the other room, she noticed her Nekomata rolling along the floor, whining in displeasure. The sweater she had most recently knitted her poor familiar had torn, a long gash down one of the sleeves.

"Oh my poor baby!" She swooped him up in her wings, looking around to the other cats strewn about lazily. "This calls for a club meeting!" She bellowed, the cats turning to look at her, before jumping down from their various perches or locations to gather around her.

"CABTAOAC!" She yelled to the cats, thinking to herself. "I probably should simplify that down..." She muttered to herself. "And get some dragon members... But no matter!" She looked at all the cats with a serious look.

"My darling Nekomata tore his sweater, so, I need you all to get your favorite yarn and together, we will make a new sweater for our friend here." She smiled as she cradled him in her wings, though he only hissed in reply. "Now all of you go gather your things!"

She watched as the cats scurried off, watching her familiar with caring eyes as she waited for them to return. She took off his old sweater, clucking in distaste. By the time she finished tugging it off him, her other companions had returned, creating a small pile of colored strands of yarn, and she pulled out her knitting tools from a cabinet.

"Now, let's get started." She picked up a few pieces and began knitting, her familiar's eye followed as she thread pieces together and continued to do so for the next hour.

"Perfect!" She announced to the crowd of cats, holding up the tie-dyed color sweater for them to admire.

"Now, just to put it on." Her familiar let out a small groan, and she shoved it over his head, before sticking his paws through it, with little resistance.

"Meeting dismissed!" She called, as she walked back to her room to see the disaster her potions had created when she had left them alone for so long. Then she went back to work.