Perdy Good Hands

It didn’t matter if they didn’t agree on cats, they were both entitled to their opinions after all. And if he hated cats, she wouldn’t hold it against him. After all, how often did she meet another shifter that liked to take the same Dalmatian form? When he started shaking his hands, she stopped and chuckled. Oh. Yeah, her name’s Billie. I met her when I got here. And the head of the shifters. Perdy grinned, enjoying his surprise at all of the things going on, but she also felt a little bad for not slowly letting him come to terms with all of it. I have. It showed up this morning, actually. I just don’t know if I’ll find whoever has it. Have you?

It was an insane story, but it was very sadly true. And she didn’t feel like it was her fault that she’d ended up there. But maybe she was supposed to. Especially since she was now part of helping end whatever was going on. I don’t hate cats, I like them. This one was just vicious. It started the whole thing. Perdita felt bad for him, wishing she could find an answer for him. She enjoyed how smoothly he signed, that there was no difficulty understanding him or keeping up with what he was saying. Sort of. I met these powerful people when I got here. Death was one. And apparently the worlds are collapsing, dying. We’re supposed to look for our soulmates, there’s some kind of magic or energy that will help heal the worlds that comes from soulmates. It’s weird. We’re supposed to have some mark on us that will help find our soulmates. Her hands stilled as she thought about the mark that had shown up that morning, a soft smile playing over her lips. There was hope for her yet, but she wasn’t sure who or what she would be bound to. Really confusing, right?

Seeing Pongo made her so very happy. It’s really me, I promise. It’s really good to see you. I’ve met some people here that aren’t too bad, but I’m just really glad to see someone familiar. You know? It amused her, that he’d wanted to be sure that it was her, but she didn’t blame him. Nothing was right anymore, everything was just. . .different. And not for the better. At his question, she chuckled self-deprecatingly before cringing slightly. Well, it’s kind of embarrassing. I was in my dog form and there was this cat. I chased it through the veil. In my defense, I thought it was another shifter because it was being really evil. It wasn’t. It was a normal cat. Well, maybe she could amuse him with her silly way of venturing through the veil from their world to that one. The head shifter on The Council had found her, brought her before Billie and that weird seer and then set her loose to find her soulmate.

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When his hands began moving, her face lit up, not used to someone being able to communicate with her without her having to strain her good ear. _not too strong, I guess. I wouldn’t want to end up being the entertainment tonight_ How refreshing. Chuckling, she asked him his name, introducing herself as well. _I’m Perdita, but you can call me Perdy._