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Shadow looked different, but at first Vanyel wasn't sure how. It took him a moment to realize that there was a little color at the black cat's throat--a ribbon had been tied there, a bright thing that could be argued as being Bardic Scarlet. Vanyel's pale brows drew together slightly as he wondered how the cat had gotten that accessory. "Stef?"
Stefen peered over from where he'd been scribbling something on a scrap of paper, then smiled. "Oh look," he said gleefully, "someone decided that Shadow deserves his Scarlets! They're right in my opinion. He always meows on key."