Jasmine Windows and Red Leaves

By Elendae Armson

Sagira knew he was not from here. He was a creature from the fiery planes, from the sunless valleys of flame that she had only seen in her dreams. Why was he here? Jasmine Windows and Red Leaves is a supernatural short story following the heroic journey of a Bast's quest to save a child's life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elendae Armson
• Release date: Sep 8, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466045972

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Jasmine Windows and Red Leaves

Elendae Armson

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Jasmine Windows and Red Leaves

The gentle hand stroked over Sagira’s silver-tabby fur, smoothing down the delicate hairs. The pressure triggered an old memory of lying between her mother’s paws, having her kitten face washed by a strong tongue.

Sagira narrowed her eyes with pleasure; the feeling was as satisfying and safe as warm milk.

See little Abbey, Alexandra murmured into her pointed ear. See how my young prince sleeps as soundly as you.

Sagira didn’t mind that the name Alex used for her wasn’t her Bast name. What was in a name anyway? ‘Abbey’ was as good as ‘Sagira’.

Contented, Sagira snuggled deeper into Alex’s lap and watched the new baby through slit eyes. She could see the strong luminescent glow around the infant’s head, his aura pink and vibrant.

Nearly a year ago, Sagira had smelled Alex’s pregnancy long before Alex knew. Her human scent had shifted subtly, becoming sweeter and stronger. While she had never had her own kittens, Sagira had understood what this would mean.

She involuntarily purred louder as she remembered the daily scraps of bacon and cheese from Alex’s late night cravings.

Abruptly, Sagira’s body tensed as she remembered wandering the house alone, waiting for Alex to come home from the hospital. Despite a kindly neighbour briefly dropping in to feed her, she had been distraught. Her purring stopped completely as she briefly relived the intense worry that Alex may never come home.

Alex’s hand stroked the arch of Sagira’s spine again and the long finger tickled under her chin. Slowly, her body relaxed