[center][u][h3]Onarr Yidlob (And A Cat)[/h3][/u][/center]

Onarr found his classes at Ersand’Enise today to be the equivalent of the training courses provided to novices at the Joru Stresian Guild. He split up from his primary group of classmates who filtered out of Zeno Latvar’s room like a school of fish. Their last lesson had by far been the most boring and the most difficult. Instilling hunger within smaller creatures had been somewhat challenging for him to adapt to. He was used to small rabbits and the various fare the Stresian Guild would catch for their chemistry lessons. Focusing his efforts on a praying mantis was akin to threading a string through a needle. 

Mozaru and Colloy were the most efficient and least taxing of his abilities. Onarr thanked Shune that he wasn’t born a Truecaster like most from Joru were. It would have been embarrassing to demonstrate in front of the Zeno that his ability to draw and sense magical energies was zero to none. Colloy’s was the most dangerous yet easiest for him. Focusing the ambient magnetic energy in the atmosphere into his lightning rod seemed child’s play at first but he’d quickly found out it was more difficult than it appeared. The rod was unwieldy at first but the Joruban adapted to it after a minute of fiddling around with the current. He had been using his helmet for so long as a conductor that his magnetic talents had been honed towards using it. It was like using a sword right-handed instead of left-handed. 

It was now that the Joruban found himself wandering the empty cobblestone vistas of Parade Street at night. He could hear the cacophony of music and raucous shanties being sung by his drunk classmates. He had enough alcohol with his Zeno group yesterday. Addling the mind was not something he could do to relax under his new circumstances, especially with the political wrangling that his President was trying to achieve. Onarr’s shoulder sagged as he sat on a nearby bench, the activity of the day finally sinking into his bones. He wondered for a moment whether he was prepare to bear the enormity of the task before him. The penance for his journey. 

His brother would never forgive him if he dawdled in Ersand’Enise. 

“ Mrrrreeeeeooooowwwww” 

Onarr’s head perked up. What was that? Was it the goose again? He quickly disregarded the question as he felt a velvety sensation brush against his feet. He looked down and saw a cat. Well, a child of its kind, a kitten would be the proper terminology. It was coal black with luminous brown eyes with its coat of tawny fur draped over its tiny body. It moved one of its paws and began to bat curiously at Onarr’s boot. 

“ Intriguing, ” Onarr then knelt down, gingerly lowering his hand towards its head. The kitten flinched away first before gently leaning into his touch, emanating soft purrs as he continued to scratch behind his ears. Strange. Feral, undomesticated cats were usually skittish. He hadn’t approached it with foodand he was sure he didn’t step in any catnip. 

The kitten then leapt towards his helmet in a blur, his view briefly obscured before it curled around the base of the cone. He could hear the screeching sounds of claw on metal as the kitten found purchase. Its tail swayed in his eyes like an errant fly as he considered the absurdity of what just happened.

Would he have to report new pets to his Zeno? 

“ Well, I can't tell whether you're a bad or good omen.” Onarr paused before asking the feline currently resting on top of his helmet. "What about you?"

“ Meow.” 

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