Stubborn Creatures

*Callisto* · 09-26-2015, 11:35 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

While she had initially been more interested in enlisting Jakart's help in gaining some favor for her name choice, the cat did not immediately recognize the plants that he carried until Callisto brought the conversation around to them. Curious, the feline gave the plants another look and her ears instantly perked, a bright, knowing light entering her pale gold eyes. She knew these plants. She had been given some to watch over nearly a year ago, had made it her mission to ensure that Callisto had them and kept them and took them regularly. They were important, significant, and damn hard to find if Callisto's failed efforts were any indication. And yet here they were.

Looking at them more closely, Callisto raised a grey paw and carefully nudged the pile of thistle plants, inspecting them as she did so and making mental comparisons to the thistles she had had the previous year. They did look similar, smelled similar. These had to be the same ones. The expression on her face remained puzzled as she lifted her silvery blue gaze up from the thistles to follow the direction that Jakart indicated they had been found, trying to log the location away in her memory. She was not sure how good it would work - the locale would have stuck better if she had walked that way herself - but it would do for now. She could always make Jakart take her to the exact spot later.

Though the plant held great significance for her, it seemed to have less meaning to him, or at least in a known sense. The question he posed clued her in that he likely knew nothing about its uses and properties, and in a way she was glad for it. At least she knew he had not brought it to her as an indication of what he expected later on. Everything was supposed to be on her terms, and she was not willing to compromise on that yet. "Not poisonous," she answered as she fixed the stack of plants so that the pile was orderly again, "just elusive." She still could not quite believe his dumb luck in finding the plant, but it hardly mattered. She was now ready for the next season, and carefully Callisto gathered up the plants in her jaws to carry them into her den to be added to the cache.

The cat watched the healer travel away, eyeing the plants in her jaws with a curious twitch of her nose. Yep, those were the same plants as far as she recalled. Unable to help it, her lips spread into a wide, mischievous grin as her tail swayed and she turned her golden eyes back on Jakart while Callisto disappeared into her den. Oh, what a smart boy. "You'll be glad you've found those," she commented almost conspiratorially, looking sure of herself as she nodded her head. What good standing she seemed to be working up toward with him, however, did not seem to stick. He answered in her favor regarding the name choice, but his reasoning painted her in a poor light, enough so that her grinning look became sour. It helped nothing that she heard a short, sudden laugh from inside the den, and a little irritably she glanced toward the shadowed interior of the residence though she could not see its inhabitant. "I still like the name," the cat - now christened Belladonna - answered indignantly, and left before either could take away her small victory.

Betraying nothing of the sudden humor she had found with Jakart's response to the feline, Callisto stepped out of her den and back among her company just as straight faced and serious as ever. Her gaze followed the retreating form of the dark cat before it shifted toward Jak and settled on him. "I'll need you to take me to where you found that later," she informed him, posing the statement with finality and less like a question of doing her a favor. "I'm still organizing right now, but I want to know exactly where they're growing." And maybe see if she could locate some more thistle plants on her own too. She was the one who needed them, after all, though maybe he benefited from them too.

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