[Nothing had changed. He moved closer, rubbing his head against her hand, and miaowed softly.]
My collar chafes at me. [Technically true on a metaphorical level, so. No lie here.] Would you care to loosen it?
[His collar appeared to be made of ordinary red leather with a small bell hanging from it. If a witch like Beatrice touched it, she would see the magical marks flash and move under the surface, marks of a binding spell that held immense power. Needless to say, removing the collar would be a Bad Idea.]
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[Nothing had changed. He moved closer, rubbing his head against her hand, and miaowed softly.]
My collar chafes at me. [Technically true on a metaphorical level, so. No lie here.] Would you care to loosen it?
[His collar appeared to be made of ordinary red leather with a small bell hanging from it. If a witch like Beatrice touched it, she would see the magical marks flash and move under the surface, marks of a binding spell that held immense power. Needless to say, removing the collar would be a Bad Idea.]