he'd been in a bad day until he helped a cat down from a tree.
now he's sitting on a curb with the cat in his arms, letting it play with the loose bracelets that dangle from his wrist.
the ball of pure minerals he'd brought up from the earth drops into his palm, and the Supe grins at his own trick.
“ hardly. ” he responds with a faux humble tone. “ just a parlour trick, really. ”
