Piter sat on a table, near the cheery group, consisting of two men and a woman, who were playing cheery, upbeat songs. Piter smiled to himself andlay his head on his pack, a smile on his face. He felt quite lively today, pity he was spending it indoors. He knew he should probably be spending his time in private, practicing his spellwork in anticipation of finding a new spell. He wanted to be ready. After all, he was still a novice mage, nothing more.

Novice or not, how many cats could boast amongst themselves about the ability to even contemplate such abilities? not many. Most cats were actually quite dim-witted. The grace and intelligence attributed them by the humans and other 'superior' races were mostly due to pride, instinct, and a great deal of luck. Piter smiled to himself, bouncing his head to the tune. He was very lonely, as much as he tried to hide it. No count of cat friends could make up for one who could speak to him on his level.

Piter shrugged to himself, stretching. He stood up and shook the weariness out of his bones. As he did so, he drew the attention of a inn official. The short man strode over, as if he owned the place, and pointed off to the door.

"out, cat. We can barely manage to keep the place clean without you lot." He talked to him in a soft voice, thinking him as any other cat. Piter, pride wounded, flexed his paw and lined the man with purplish faerie fire, his first spell. The man looked at himself horrified, shouting and running off, trying to pat out the magical flames. Apparently, he had not yet realized that they did not hurt.

Piter grinned to himself, eyes gleaming, and looked around the inn.

Tock was taking a brief intermission from his task and quest to visit each of the deities. As daunting as the task initially was, he was both glad and saddened that he had so far failed to meet any of the deities aside from Faust. Still, the regions he had gone through had been pretty dangerous to go through for him to be leaving with no results. He wondered if the deities had left as a part of his curse and if by seeking out the gods he was causing them to flee and leave Imythess vulnerable to some impending darkness. Tock knew he needed to something to brighten his mood before he resumed his search. Faust had assured him though that Meera would be at her temple and would certainly be friendly. Tock was in Cascadia because it was so close to the temple of water and because he needed to find out how exactly to get there without getting lost, but that could wait for later, though the chances of him finding something that would brighten his moon were slim and unlikely to see fruitation.

Tock decided that the Broken Strings would be a good place to rest. He liked how they often had good music playing there, though his luck left him listening to no music or the rabble of an overly loud and talkative crowd instead. Tock entered the building and looked around for a lonely table where he could sit and hopefully catch an earful of some good songs rather than chattering conversation. During his search he heard someone shooing away a cat. Tock turned to make sure that the man was speaking to him, but continued his search after noting that he wasn’t being addressed. Shortly after doing so the man plowed straight through Tock and crash landed into a table after tripping over the moogle. Tock had been knocked to the side against one of the tavern's drunker patrons woh seemed not to notice. Tock wasn't hurt himself, but wondered about the man that had plowed straight into a table. He felt slightly responsibe, he should have been more attentive and have gotten out of the way, then this mess never would have happened. Tock brushed himself and wondered if he should follow his guilt and hide or try and see if the man really did need help, though he couldn't provide much help anyways.

Piter watched the man struggle amusedly, tripping over the small creature, one of which he had never seen before. It had wings and a strange puffball on top of an antennae. He had the strangest urge to run over and bat at it, but resisted his feline urges. Still curious, he stopped the faerie fire spell, leaving the man laying amidst rubble, looking quite dumb.
Piter grinned and looked back at the creature. He stretched his tail out before hopping down from his perch gracefully, landing on the floor. He walked over and sat on a stool next to the moogle, looking at the man as well. He licked a paw, washing it, eyes never leaving the man, in his stupor.

Piter had to resist the urge to do something dramatic, so he settled for simple speech. Sitting not a foot away from the moogle, he opened his mouth and spoke. "Don't mind him. Just surprised. Many are when they meet me." He couldn't help the grin spreading across his face. He looked at the moogle playfully, licking his other paw now.
When he finished, he stood somewhat and bowed a bit. "The name is Piter, good sir." He grinned and sat back down, watching the moogle's reactions.

The man was being helped up, yet Tock still felt the need to walk up to him and apologize, but his attention was drawn to the cat that must have been previously addressed before he could do so. He could have sworn the cat had just spoken to him as ludicrous as the thought seemed. His surprise was painted well upon his furry face, but it was not overly much. Imythess appeared to be much more different from his home than he thought. “I didn’t know animals here could talk,” Tock said absentmindedly letting his thoughts slip into words. He hoped the cat did not take offense.

“I don’t think I’m quite worthy enough of being called good sir, but my name is Tock and it is a pleasure to meet you, Piter,” Tock said with a bow of his own. Tock wanted to ask many of the unasked questions that lied within his slipped words, but wanted to find a way to do it without possibly disrespecting the creature. He wanted to know more about the creature and if all animals on Imythess really could talk. He resolved to try and bring it up if the cat didn’t try and correct or confirm his slipped sentence, which was much better than bringing up the matter again without giving the cat a chance to reply.

Piter watched the Moogle, pleased. Many before him, who seemed quite a bit weaker-willed, had jumped and ran, or tried to simply kill him, believing him a demon in disguise. Piter smiled. "Animals here do not talk. I am a creature of magic, created by a wizard here in Imythess. My blod runs with the magic of the land, and i am bound to it." He laughed at his own explanation. He had not been at all offended by the remark, having heard the same words many times in his life. He grinned and looked the creature before him over again, observing his abnormal features. "I could take the word 'here' in many ways, but by your appearance, one of which i have not seen before, i am assuming that to mean imythess." He pretended to inspect his claws.

Shooting Tock an amused look, he replied. "I'm sure that you've done good things, or have had actions with proper intent. Anyhow, i am pleased to meet you." He returned his gaze to the tavern, watching several people and taping a clawed hand to the music.

"May i ask what you do for a living, Tock?" He asked the moogle interestedly. He prided himself on his knowledge, among other things, but this creature did not fit into his research. he wanted to find out as much about this man as much as the moogle was curious about Piter. Piter lay down and set his head on his pack, looking at Tock with curious eyes.

So Animals weren’t really supposed to talk and the animal before him was the product of magic. Tock had imagined that if he had run into such a creature it would have tried to attack him with deadly magical powers by now, but maybe his luck was starting to turn around. “Yes, you are right I am indeed not from Imythess,” Tock replied but he didn’t go further than that on the subject. He didn’t want to talk about where he had come from and hadn’t since coming here. He didn’t have any hope of going back and that was that.

“Sir, is still a sign of well status and aside from being a god’s chosen I don’t really have anything in the status department. I just act as a messenger for the god of light and before that I just made deliveries,” Tock said a little dejectedly with his eyes migrating slowly to the floor beneath him.

Hoping to turn the conversation away from himself and miseries that continually plagued him, Tock began to ask more of Piter. “Is your wizard here? Was he the one who cast that spell on the person who yelled at you?” Tock asked. Tock could only guess at the amount of magical skill it took to make a talking cat. Tock saw himself as have notably low potential in magic which at least matched his skill in matters of the arcane.

Piter laughed openly at his comment. He perhaps thought Piter was owned, a familiar of sorts. Using the tip of his tail to wipe a tear from his eye, he grinned. The wizard was long gone. "My wizard? Goodness me, no. He'd gone off and dabbled with some magic he knew little about and lived out the rest of his days as a mouse. Short as his days were." He grinned wildly and licked his whiskers. He was teasing, of course. Humans were foul tasting creatures, only to be bitten at the direst of times, such as an uninvited rubbing of the belly.

Piter smiled. "I kid you, Tock. He created me at the height of his power, at a wizard's peak moment when they will accomplish something they've never dreamed of. Most human wizards never reach this point, nosy gits they are. My Creator passed away after a short while. Even magic could not save him from age." He laughed.

Deciding to clear up any unasked questions and save himself the trouble, he looked at a mug on the table and pointed at it, paw flexing suddenly. It became lined with purple flame, much like the man had. Looking back at Tock, he smiled once again. "I was made from magic, so why wouldn't i be able to use it? I know not my potential, only that it is there."

The magical cat seemed to be…laughing at his own implication of eating his creator. Tock was shocked and appalled by Piter’s words. It was clear in Tock’s face as his mouth was abruptly opened and locked in place as if the words he would use had been ripped prematurely from his lungs and brought inert into the air and this only furthered by his wide eyed stare. This creature apparently wasn’t nearly as benign as it had seemed to be at first, and that should not have been too great a surprise given Tock’s luck.

Tock recovered when Piter mentioned that he was joking and wasn’t really an evil beast like that, though it certainly wasn’t a very funny joke. “Oh….I’m sorry I asked I didn’t mean to bring any unwholesome memories,” Tock replied softly. Sure didn’t seem unwholesome or depressing in any way with the manner the cat joked around the subject, but maybe it was just a show to hide his true feelings. Most people considered death a sensitive topic, though he wasn’t quite sure if Piter actually qualified as a Person.

Tock was surprised when Piter used magic. He hadn’t expected to see animals that could use magic, but it really wasn’t to far fetched given that Piter was intelligent talking and magical. “I’m sorry if I offended you… I just thought that it might have been the wizard. I didn’t mean to say that you couldn’t use magic yourself,” Tock explained as he bowed apologetically.

Piter was highly amused with the newcomer. He laughed as he stumbled over himself to apologize. Piter listened to the band as he watched him. "Don't fret. I'm fine." He chuckled at the apologies.

"I know what you meant. Loosen up, Tock. No need to be so high-strung. We all have our moments for everything. Just sit and have a drink." Piter grinned. A patron nearby brought a mug to his mouth slowly, watching the dancers with a steady eye.

Piter winked and flicked his tail, a jet of magical energy breaking the glass. No harm was done, for the spell was merel meant to surprise. He laughed as the man ran out of the tavern as if he'd seen a ghost.

"So what brings you here, Tock? I'm curious." He pulled his small pack onto the table and drew forth a small piece of cheese, which he nibbled on while he watched the moogle.