Opening post by Cheshire Cat · #1
There is a war on. There is also a small silver creature asleep on the war table.
The matter at hand is a full account of the larder raid, with names.
Bianca does not meow at me so much as converse with me. She opens, I answer, she replies. I have had worse councils, and I have had them with lords.
Mock if you like. You will ask after them by name within the fortnight.