Seline
I spent a greater part of the morning exploring the garden paths — marking out those that led to the forest, which was an extension of the mansion. Iridessa monitored me for an hour or two from where she was seated on a kitchenette stool on the kitchen, but afterwards she left to prepare lunch for me. I shuffled between rose patches, sniffling and chasing bunnies down their little holes, but careful not to stray too far into the forest.
A parrot swooped down suddenly from above, dropping a piece of paper over my eyes. I growled, ripping it off and chased after it hotly, but it got away, narrowly missing my claws. I caught the insignia on the tail feather — a dark mark in the shape of a black eye — and knew immediately who sent it. I pinned the paper to the ground with my paw, my b
