Lys: Preposterous

"The mewling kitten thinks he can bait the stag and win..." Cathair muttered. It was just like that, watching the two. Everyone but Calidus knew it. Cathair had a fair idea of what the boy's earlier offenses were, and he did not think less of the stag for wanting to rid himself of the kitten, however small. Cats grew quickly in strength. But that the kitten thought he could win was utterly preposterous.

"He should be silent, but instead he makes himself more and more condemned." Aithne leaned back against him, drawing his arm around her waist. Her way of settling me. He kissed the top of her head and was quiet.