Tales of the Narnian Monarchs: Reality's Frightful Jerk

An Explosion In The Bombshelter

"I, I saw-" Lilith was looking at her with wide blue eyes, which were strangely reminiscent of Lucy right then, while holding up a small kitten.

"Oh." Sanya took it in and took charge immediately. "Well come on, then, bring it in!"

Lilith held the shaking kitten to her chest and ducked back into the shelter, her heart pounding. "Holy crap, it's terrifying out there!" She decided, steadying her breathing.

"The 1940s weren't exactly the pinnacle of joy and good times, Lilith." Edmund spoke sarcastically, leaning back on the wall, next to a clearly scared Lucy, ink specks on his nose, clothing rumpled.

Peter scowled at him.

"Wait- where's Salman and my family?" Sanya asked with an all too familiar feeling of despair and loss.

"Shopping. Well, your mother is with our's, and your father works late, doesn't he?" Susan replied.

"Turns out it's just us tonight, I reckon they'll be in a public one all night." Peter added, from beside his sister, both sat on the floor against the corrugated wall, Edmund and Lucy perched on the edge of a bunk.

"That won't be awkward at all." Sanya said quietly to herself, and Lucy and Susan heard and stifled a snort. "Let me have a look at that cat, Lil." Sanya said, reaching out her hands for it, leaving a grateful look on Peter's face, who had looked aghast at his girlfriend carrying it. Sanya took it and cradled it like she would have someone else as she examined the small creature, who was wriggling.

"It's not injured, at least as far as I can see. Just a little cold and possibly hungry, so we ought to feed it when we get out."

"How are you such a medical expert? I thought you nearly failed biology?" Peter asked and Sanya rolled her eyes at him.

"I barely came close to failing it, and I know animals. To the Western Flora and Fauna, remember?" She added unthinkingly before realising her words and went back to looking at the little cat.

Lilith smiled, peering at the small animal in her friend's arms. "It's good he's not hurt... cold, hungry, and nowhere to sleep, I get it, little guy." She spoke to it carefully before, "Everest." She announced after a moment. "I reckon he suits Everest."

"I think he's wild or a stray. " Edmund said after a moment of everyone nodding their approval of the name. "He, or she, has no name tag and look at the fur, it's all ruffled and roughed up, and the claws are longer." He straightened up from the animal and looked at Sanya's surprised face- she knew he loved animals but not that he knew much about them. "The Western Woods has animals, you know."

"Well, he's not a stray anymore." Lilith decided, ignoring Peter's reaction. "If that's okay, of course, Sanya? If not I can feed him and making him a little spot outside until I find a place- Oh, and I don't mind buying his food when I get paid." She decided.

There was no way she was leaving the poor thing alone out there. Not when he looked as lost as she felt.

"You'll have to build him a shelter outside." Sanya said in a sorry voice. "My mother hates cats and there's some shit rule in Islam that you can't keep dogs- or our place would be overrun with dogs I'd adopted. And again, don't worry about the food, Everest can have the leftovers." She said, while thinking, 'I'd like to ever rest'.

Lilith smiled with a nod, "That's no problem- more incentive to get searching for somewhere... find him a proper home." She decided with a small smile, her eyes on the kitten. Despite the idea of taking on an extra responsibility, Everest seemed decent company and quite frankly, may help fill a rather large Goose-shaped hole in her heart.