where: books and scrolls, hierarch square when: evening with: open!
As the sun sets over Hierarch Square, Aled aep Gruffydd emerges from his shop to a chorus of plaintive meows from the motley trio of cats gathered around his door. It seems the absence of the two temple guards usually installed on the street outside has made them bold, and he himself breathes that bit easier, in turn. "Hello, my dears," he says in a soft, fond voice as he bends to scratch the friendliest - a whip-thin ginger tom - behind its ears.
But it is not only animals brought to the streets by the promise of a golden midsummer evening, and Aled looks up as he senses the presence of another. Supposing them to be a prospective customer, he straightens, his expression suitably apologetic as he moves to address them. "Sorry, I'm afraid I'm already closed for the day," he says, before glancing back down at his feline companions, "Ah, unless one of these is yours? I imagine even the most well-loved cat might fancy themselves a stray, if it meant a soft-hearted fool might feed them..."
