The cat on the silver throne looked around suspiciously with narrowed eyes that suggested she was trying to identify the source of whatever had just forced those prophetic words through her consciousness.
Her wings twitched with agitation as she scanned the assembled sphinxes surrounding her, but none of them showed any indication of being responsible for the uncomfortable experience.
In the next moment, her eyes became dazed again as if she was receiving information that others couldn't hear or perceive. Her expression shifted through several emotions as this silent communication continued, and when consciousness returned to normal awareness she spoke with a voice that carried profound reluctance.
"All of this seems like a lot of work, and I don't want to do it."
CRACK!
