Getting started

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The images in the mirrors shift, the world sliding before them, before settling on a small grey cat sitting in an alley. The mirror settles, refocuses and settles again. The young cat, being the creatures it is, looks up and through the mirror, wondering, exactly, is on the other side.

It looks like a door in the world.

The young cat makes his way through, just as the front door to the brownstone next to the alley opens up, revealing a young girl of perhaps seven. Her hair is red, her skin is pale, her eyes a deep, blue. A slight drizzle has started, the drops falling into her curls to catch the light like crystals - not enough rain to press the hair flat, making another outline of her skull. The little girl calls for her cat, a concerned look coming across her face when there is no answer - not even after minutes have passed.

The young cat is too busy exploring the new place he's found and the unique person within it. The hand with the hook ring takes a moment to brush back his fur, in a contemplative silence. He trills a query up at the grey woman, something surprising to her. Her voice, when it comes, holds much the same tone as it does when she's treating with her youngest sibling. The way home is blocked to you for now. You may explore if you wish.

The little girl, standing in the constant light drizzle of rain turns and heads back inside, to fetch her mother. The feelings of worry and concern start to ripple through the people in the building.

Tomorrow. Or the day after. It is best to start small with these things, of course.