Heathens

Slowly, the black cat was roused from his nap. He yawned and opened his mouth opening wide, exposing sharp little teeth. He then stretched about a bit, lengthening his body and then arching his back. He licked his lips and sat upright on the windowsill he had chosen to occupy, staring out the pane and watching the world rush by.

It had only been a day or two ago that Fjor had revealed his identity to his new mortal companion. He wasn't quite sure why he had chosen her. She couldn't unlock any of his powers, though this was by no fault of hers. What he was asking her to do would also be quite dangerous. She could loose her life. Then again, her company did make the ordering of train tickets and contacting the others substantially easier.

Indeed, they were all together now. All that he could find at least. Fortunately the others had chosen partners as well. They would need them. Even now, Fjor felt a little leery. There was no way of telling when someone would track them down, especially now that they were together. But, he didn't let anyone else see his discomfort. There was no good in having them all on edge. Not right now, anyway.

They were all together now in the same cabin. A spacious one at that. Transportation by train had become more and more luxurious over the years. Now these cabins could hold six people and one cat comfortably with service carts passing by every hour.

They were still roughly two hours from DC. The trip had been tame so far, but Fjor still didn't trust it. Glancing back at Nomina, he slipped out of the cabin door and into the hallway, where he proceeded to seat himself and watch hallway, people walking by and going about their business.

Nomina was still uttering soft, precious snores as Fjor woke up. She had fallen asleep in a rather awkward situation that was going to hurt her so badly later, her head tilted waay back over the seat she had positioned herself in late the proceeding night with her jaw only hanging slightly open.

Suddenly, an innocent-looking bug began to circle around Mina's face. It circled and circled around as if pensive, then landed on her cheek and crawled right into her mouth. Mina proceeded to choke herself awake.

The big flew away and Mina took a few minutes to stare at a wall and regain her bearings.

".....Oh, right. Train," she mused. "Fjor, are you.....?" she started to whisper, but her cat friend had gone missing. He was probably out stalking observing the other passengers again.

Mina got up from her chair quietly, assuming the others to still be asleep. She crept silently to the door and peaked out. There, she discovered Fjor. Not a huge surprise to her. She gently stepped out into the hallway and took a seat next to him, as weird as it probably looked.

"I sure hope that wasn't you sending a bug friend to attack my esophagus," Mina grumbled as she stared out at the wall in front of her, "I'd hate to have to shove you back in my handbag." This was more or less a friendly poke referring back to the day they had met. She was still a little wary of the talking cat, but time was slowly taking the edge off of the situation.