Little Comforts
The window to Freya's quarters sat ajar, the brisk air of night weaving its tendrils in, glad to be free of disturbance. All was still in the empty room for a while, until a hushed voice disrupted the eerie silence.
"Necesito que te calles, mi hombrecito. Vas a comportarte lo mejor posible, ¿verdad?" Freya's voice was unusually soft, a gentle whisper, almost maternal in its tone as she climbed in through the window, something swaddled and cradled in her arms.
A gentle, high pitched noise came muffled from the blanket, and she rocked it slowly, shushing it with a warm smile, as if whatever was in her arms was the most precious thing this earth could bestow.
Once the window was locked tight, and the door was certain to be shut, Freya settled on her bed and unwrapped the bundle of blanket.
Out popped... A cat. A large, insanely fluffy, incredibly scruffy-looking, fat, orange cat. He didn't bother to look around the room, he knew it smelled like Freya and that was enough for him to flop lazily onto his back, allowing the woman to bury her face in his fluffy tummy and pepper it with kisses as she borderline huffed the comforting smell of his fur.
"¿Por qué siempre hueles a palomitas de maíz, Ludo?"
((I promised you something nice for Freya. Here it is. She snuck her cat Ludo onto base - also Ludo is named after the big orange monster from Labyrinth hehe - spooks))
