>>6015237>>6015241>>6015263>>6015274>>6015276>>6015334>>6015403>>6015428>>6015429>>6015672https://files.catbox.moe/wj6v0t.mp3The burn of her palms intensified, chafing your skin.
“Y-you’re burning me here!”
She glanced down and paused. The heat vanished from her talons, leaving them cold and rigid.
Her red slits narrowed. “You won’t fool me, hero. You withstood Pyrathor’s flames; the heat of my hands is nothing in comparison!”
Feeling her grip slacken, you grabbed her neck for stability.
“T-that’s what I have been trying to tell you! This is a huge misunderstanding!”
She scoffed. “No need to pretend. I told you, I’m here to join your side.”
You shuddered in the biting cold, the sun glaring harshly above the clouds.
“My goats, my chickens, my sheep … Count Whiskers!” —her neck-warmer snagged around your fingers— “and my clothes!”
She smiled. “You did well using those animals and rags to disguise your true identity!”
You shook your head. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Mi … Miranna. Can we go back down?”
She huffed. “The Demon King won’t delay—“
“But my cat!”
“He served his purpose: concealing your true nature.”
“But I really like that cat.”
She quirked her eyebrow. “Enough to face another of the Demon King’s General?”
> Say yes, but lie. You are not planning on facing any generals. As soon as you get your cat, you’ll try to find a way to escape. > Count Whiskers is not helpless. He’ll manage without you. Ask Miranna to lower you to a place she deems safe.> Tell Miranna that you can’t leave the cat alone, white lie that he’s important. Ask her to bring you to a safe place, and then to fly to the village to retrieve him. > [Write In] 