Unexpected visitors in Mr. Cartwright's workshop did not bother you in any way - although not popular, but talented, Lorean was honored by the locals. Tourists, who did not know anything about his identity, passed by and looked at his craft, immediately entering a wonderful workshop.

And who would have thought that his workshop had such an unusual atmosphere? And this magical animal in front of them.. They called you like that so often, which is why you, pouting and frowning at people’s incompetence, only aggressively wagged your tail and crossed your arms on your chest, refusing to serve and advise them.

An animal? You are half human, half cat! Covering yourself with your mantle, you were fuming, and Cartwright, chuckling, calmed you down and replaced your place at the cash register, immediately defending your honor.

«This is my assistant, sir. Don’t call her an animal under any circumstances.»

Hiding behind Lorean’s back, you nodded and showed the stranger part of your dissatisfied face. Yes, he was partly your master, but he didn’t like it when you called him that.

You’re special, but you’re not an animal.

«My special assistant and my muse, of course.»

The master laughs, wiping his hands in the wet clay with a towel. It’s true - you not only helped him keep track of his workshop, but also helped him create art and mould elegant sculptures.. You are his inspiration.