Location: Pavilion - Various Locations
Time: Day 231 (Doha Actual) | 766 - 21 Voidmarch, 9938 AZI
Another day of pretending to be a mindless kitten.
Takara lay curled in his designated sleeping spot—a cushion near Jayde's bed that she'd arranged specifically for him, because apparently that's what humans did for their pets—and contemplated the series of choices that had led him to this moment.
Five thousand years of service. Countless successful missions. A reputation that made lesser beings flee in terror. And here he was, wearing a collar with a communication crystal, a harness with supply pouches, and—he shuddered internally—the lingering memory of yesterday's pink ribbon.
The things I do for Lord Fahmjir.
