She was humming, no that wasn't right, chanting, she was chanting. Chanting while grinding her leaves and herbs and oils into the mortar completely unaware of my presence. I mean at least I felt like she didn't know I was there, she was so focused on whatever it was she was doing. An army of candles sat behind her, probably around fifty white candles of all different sizes burning as they dripped onto one another, pooling at their bases and splashing off the table to the floor.
Snap.
She broke a twig in half and hammered it flat.
Snap.
She was looking at me. Dead in the eyes.
The way her eyes of crashing waves bore into me, beckoning me to her side like an unseen force, terrified me yet thrilled me all the same. I must have waited too long to come to her because she clicked her teeth, like she was scolding a child. Back to her work she went, scooping up what was now a paste into a small jar and placing a label on it. God, you should have seen her handwriting it was beautiful, but I'm rambling.
I was at her side, I don't remember walking up to her but I must have because there I was, staring again, yet this time so much closer so I could examine every freckle and beauty mark. She reached up, like always, and stroked my cheek. Softly, at first, then ruffling the hair atop my head and sliding her hand down my back.
Her touch relaxed me so much I couldn't ever help but to purr.
"Clara."
She called out to me quietly.
I glanced up, pulling my lips into a slight smile.
"We have a busy day ahead of us, don't we?"
I nodded and she stood up, grabbing a recycled bag and trimming sheers and sliding her shoes on. I followed her to the door, not making a sound and she held it open, letting me go first as always. We were off to the farmers market, and the local garden, then to some shops to search for a new Tigers Eye stone and incense. This was typically how our Sundays went, but for the life of me I couldn't shake this feeling that something was going to change, be different, I don't know.
I feel more human, around her, maybe this is it. Maybe I'll be human today...
You see, I'm not Elizabeth's companion, well, i kinda am. I'm her familiar.
The cat.
