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Tama leaned tiredly against a market stall, ignoring the glares of the knife-seller as he bellowed at passers-by, hawking his wares at the top of his lungs.
She had managed to get out of the Sleeping Woods in one piece, but now she was worn and hungry -- all she had eaten in the past few days was a wren, and she didn't have any money left to buy any cooked food. She'd sniffed out a stall selling rabbit stew, but unfortunately the vendor had been a plump old woman; hardly the type of person she could attempt to seduce.
Once she found an alleyway, she'd managed to comb all the tangles out of her hair and wipe most the grime off of her face and chest. She got out of her traveling clothes and slipped on a black silk robe, still (thankfully) clean and fragrant from its last use.
She missed working at the brothels in Shangdi -- every day she would get to wear the most extravagant kimonos, and an attendant would bathe her, do her hair, and massage her with sweet-smelling oils before she would go to bed. The clients were never drunk or unkind, and bought her jewelry and flowers. She'd been working there for only a few months before she was hit with wanderlust.
I have to go back there, she thought, picking at the callouses that had formed on her hands.
She tried to meet the eyes of the wealthier inhabitants as she stood there, but the majority of the men looked like hardened criminals. Maybe she would have better luck with the travelers passing through the city.
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Carabosse hated Camlann with burning passion. There was iron on every side, and she felt constantly run down here. It had only been a few days since her return from the outside world. She didn't see Oberon waiting for her at the gate, clever creature that he was he swept up into the shadows and hid from view. No, she wandered right past him following the blue tendril she'd cast to find his memories.
It had led her straight into Camlann. She pretended (and fairly well, given her size and appearance) that she wasn't in fact Fey. She searched for the blue thread, she'd lost it in a crowd at the market in the early hours of morning three days past. She needed to recompose herself, call back her strength and start again. She didn't like staying in this place but her own castle was not safe enough given that Mabb still lurked in the world. Carabosse felt confident that even she was not mad enough to wander into Camlann, even if there was a whiff of her betrayers within.
This afternoon she wandered back into the market. She needed some ingredients if she was going to call forth the thread again and follow it to the end. She didn't like the noise or the smell of the market. Human beings smelled so very beneath her. She was surprised then when she found another creature who was not like the rest of the crowd, a bakeneko. She smiled lightly at the forlorn looking girl and pretended that she was no more different than the knife seller, or the plump vendor selling rabbit stew. "You look a touch under the weather," she said sweetly. "Is it a scam, or do you really need the kindness of a stranger?"
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Tama was usually not a fan of having debt; the last time she asked for help in exchange for a favor, she ended up a thief and a fugitive. It hadn't been too fun hiding from, and occasionally fighting, the bounty hunters who were after her head.
This time, though, she was desperate, and this woman looked trustworthy (? somehow the word didn't suit her completely) enough. At the very least, the "services" she would need from her probably would not involve petty theft.
"I will gladly accept your offer," Tama said, her smile widening. "but only if you promise me that I will still have my freedom when I am not serving you. I've tried being a housecat before, but it didn't work out; I love wandering too much."
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Carabosse smiled, a small twisting of her lips, but the most brilliant that her smiles ever became. "Your freedom is not for me to decide. You are welcome to come and go as you please," she said warmly. She turned a bit and decided to say what she was thinking. "I do imagine you'd adore my friend Puss. He's a cat as well, though of another nature altogether. I shouldn't wonder you'd get along marvelously. Of course, I'm not aware of his present location. I've no doubt I'll find him again before long."
She looked down the long street at all the vendors, one eyebrow raised. "What shall I call you?" she asked, before she asked what her new project would like to eat, and perhaps to wear if she felt the need to blend in with the dirty humans. Carabosse hardly bothered to blend; today she looked like a lady of good wealth, out of place on this street in her black satin gown, though she carried herself as if she belonged here.
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