My name is Vizmo, and I am a god-king of cats. Gentle Wraithvine, I offer you a gift for your furry friend, Lilbit here. That they remain youthful and healthy for as long as you live, and breathe their last when you, yours. In this manner, even in your darkest, saddest, moments, you'll never be alone. -- The New Guy
[AN: Y'all really don't like the idea of the cat passing on, do you?]
Live long enough, they say, and you will see everything. Before this moment, Wraithvine hadn't known that animals had gods or kings. Now there was one of both. Allegedly.
Ze squinted. Ha! Not a god or a king. One of the Faekindred disguised as an otherwise common cat. Ze remembered hir grandren doing similar tricks, back before Elvenkind restrained their powers.
It was a decision of a moment, but Wraithvine let Vizmo keep their ruse.
"I am very honoured," ze began, still deciding whether to accept or turn down the offer. "There is much to consider regarding such a gift. Immortality can be a burden to intelligent kind, as well I know. Could it be a burden to one such as my fond little friend? Will she note the passing centuries as cat-kind changes around her? Will she care? Or will something else happen?"
Vizmo raised one feline eyebrow. "I don't understand. This is a blessing for a good and kind soul. So you will never be truly alone again."
"Forever is a very long time," said Wraithvine. "And if Lilbit remains young and healthy, she can still learn. What will centuries of learning do to a cat?"
Vizmo grinned. "Shall we find out together?"
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