by porne » Fri Mar 12, 2021 12:21 am
The cat lounges on the top of your boat as you do all the work, laying about as only a comfortable cat in a sunbeam can. At your question he leans over, sitting up and looking at you. "I am a cat. But that's not the question you really want to ask. The answer is yes, you may give me ear scritches, but you may not play with my toe beans." The cat stares at you, before letting out a theatric sigh.
"Very well, this 'world'," how is a cat making air quotes? "is made of magic, bits and pieces of knowledge from it bleeding through to realities where the rules are consistent, and people are solid. If you have not noticed, you have a new addition, one that operates consistently, like a machine, and it has some of your magic. But, as we both know, not all magic is consistent, some of it is mercurial, random, petulant even. Your shiny, magical arm is not. So. You needed something that is. Or, I'm just a talking cat that only you can see, because you've had a psychotic break and you're so full of pain killers you think you're in another world. But that plot is overdone, so we'll ignore it I think."