Fishgill doesn't like the fish in the Nether Crossing. They're sour and bitter, disgusting, really. She's tho…
Fishgill doesn't like the fish in the Nether Crossing. They're sour and bitter, disgusting, really.
She's thought of leaving. Of going to the outside world to catch better fish.
After all, unlike the others, she has no one to wait for, no gate to guard. She is a free cat.
But the mist clings to her. It made her dependent. Now she can't take even one step away.
She's frustrated. But hopeful.
Perhaps one day, the young man in white will find a way to take her with him.