Cali: ???
Me: QnQ)

Jason jumped,frills wide in shock and a bright neon green. "Oh my gosh.I'm not cleaning that up,it's your mess." He pointed out,pointing a black claw at the spilt milk.

Grim: Why do you want me to talk to this unintelligent creature?)

Grimalkin dropped from the table, landing on the wooden floor with a thump. "When you go to meet the prince, leave the dishes as they are," he said, arching his tail over his back. "If you wash them, the brownies will be insulted and might leave the cabin, and that would be terribly inconvenient."

Me: *Holds precious little Cali up.* Because,look! She's just so sweet,and actually she's very smart.For a mortal cat that is.
Cali: Rrrr~.*That's actually what she would do.*)

"K,I won't.Good thing you said something,I would have washed them to be honest." He said,finishing up his fruit and then carefully cleaning his claws before standing and stretching out his wings,very small compared to their usual medium to large size.

Grim: I don't care.)

Grimalkin trotted from the room, leaving the milk as it was

Me: QmQ
Cali: *Is confused on why lady that gives food is crying.*)

Jason watched him for a moment,then,making sure no fruit was in his teeth or claws,dragged his left hind leg as he made his way toward the door to outside.

Grim: *Disappears*)

It was a foggy gray morning, with mist curling along the ground in wispy threads, muffling Jason's footsteps.

Cali: *Puts paw to Human girls mouth to stop her crying*
Me: *Still cries*)

He rather liked a morning like this,carefully shifting to his half form again and putting his arms over his head and enjoying the mist. His tail swished in the cool air and he breathed in deeply,wings stretching as well a bit. He was limping still but the splint actually had worked and that spell he'd put on it helped. So the limp wasn't to bad,and nor the pain anymore,his freckles a calm lavender and his underwings soft yellow. His scales all over his wings though,other than the underwings,washed with the color of the mist and matched it cleanly so it was as if the mist danced in his scales.

In the center of the clearing on the other side of the creek, a dark silhouette danced and spun in the mist, his long coat billowing out behind him, an icy sword cutting through the fog like paper. The deadly speed and accuracy of the sword strikes were far too quick for a human to ever keep up with.

Jason admired the movements for a bit as he put his arms down again and folded his wings to his sides. He couldn't help it,he just was drawn to admire greatly. Even if it was a bit to much admiration from just a friend,he didn't care at the moment,he found it amazing and just awe striking. He carefully used his wings to lifted up and over the creak easily without a sound and barely stirring any mist around him.

Ash finished the drill and with a final flourish, slammed the blade into its sheath. For a moment, he stood motionless, breathing deeply, the mist curling around him. "How's your knee?" He asked without turning around