Artisan
Their tail continued to wave in the air behind them as Plume themselves noticed the card-reader’s presence. Amusement bloomed upon a gentle gaze at their startled reaction, though no teasing was put forward. Instead, Artisan leaned forward and much like the little cat was expecting, pressed a warm nose against their own. It was brief, as they did not want to overstep boundaries, but it was there nonetheless to give a friendly greeting. It was nice to see them again, outside of pain and grief. Plume had been there for them before, when they dwelled in the darkest of pits. It was nice to speak to them away from that. Or well, be around them, so to speak. Perhaps they could even do some pumpkin carving together! Now that would be something that Artisan could see being extremely fun. The little spunky cat seemed to have already started on one as well, which was even better.
Artisan’s mouth moved to open upon this idea, but Plume beat them to, well, something. A package was dropped in front of gentle paws, and the card-wielder tilted their head curiosity upon it. A gift? That had not been something expected from Plume! Not that they weren’t a wonderful cat, but they themselves did not think it was something that the quiet one was prone to doing. Still, it was very much appreciated by the loud purr that erupted from their throat, tail curling in the utmost delight. A bright, ivory smile flashed toward their friend before a nose and a very gentle claw moved down to very delicately, open the package. They did not want to harm the precious gift given to them by a very precious friend.
Upon opening the package, Artisan all but stopped moving. For a few moments they did not notice Plume moving around to their side, curiously inspecting the items that they had laid upon themselves for the Masquerade. They looked almost lost, for a moment, in something else. This robe...it was not unlike something their Master would have worn when entertaining. It was not exact, but it was enough of a similar object that memories flooded their mind. It did not help that the event itself had been hitting close to home, but this gift…
Artisan shook their head, pushing darker thoughts to the back of their mind. It had not all been sad memories, after all. Happiness blossomed in their chest during those days, and this now lets them be closer to their Master’s memory than before. Artisan moved a gentle paw to pick up the fabric, feeling it fall in between gentle toes, and a quiet smile appeared upon their face. They forced back tears, whether happy or not, only they would know, and turned back toward Plume. It had been just in time to catch the look upon their expression, and another purr exited their own throat, which helped to push away the more unsavory of memories from their mind.
Leaning forward, Artisan gave Plume a bow, head coming down to almost the ground, though just a mere whisker's breath away. A paw came up to their chest in pure gentlemanly fashion, and when Artisan came back up, there was a serene, happy look deep within emerald hues.
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