Outlander’s Caitriona Balfe attends fashion show in London June 29, 2016

June 29, 2016

Outlander’s Caitriona Balfe attends fashion show in London June 29, 2016

Farfetch Presents Creatures Of The Wind Resort 2017 Collection And Runway Show

LONDON, ENGLAND – JUNE 29: Caitriona Balfe attends the Creatures of the Wind Resort 2017 collection and runway show presented by Farfetch at Spencer House on June 29, 2016 in London, England. Caitriona is pictured below with Karina Deyko.

Caitriona Balfe

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Some tiny movement caught the corner of his eye, and he bent down, squinting as he peered into the deepening shadows beneath the holly bush.

It sat frozen, blending perfectly with its dusky background. He would never have seen it had his hunter’s eye not caught its movement. A tiny kitten, its gray fur puffed out like a ripe milkweed head, enormous eyes wide open and unblinking, almost colorless in the gloom beneath the bush.

“A Chait,” he whispered, putting out a slow finger toward it. “Whatever are ye doing here?”

A feral cat, no doubt; born of a wild mother, fled from some settlers’ cabin, and long free of the trap of domesticity. He brushed the wispy fur of its breast, and it sank its tiny teeth suddenly into his thumb.

“Ow!” He jerked away, and examined the drop of blood welling from a small puncture wound. He flowered at the cat for a moment, but it merely stared back at him, and made no move to run. He paused, then made up his mind. He shook the blood drop from his finger onto the leaves, an offering to join the dram he had spilled, a gift to the spirits of this Place – who had evidently made up their minds to offer him a gift, themselves.

“All right, then,” he said under his breath. He knelt and stretched out his hand, palm up. Very slowly, he moved one finger, then the next, and the next and the next, then again, in the undulant motion of seaweed in the water. The big pales eyes fixed on the movement, watching as though hypnotized. He could see the tip of the miniature tail twitch, very slightly, and smiled at the sight.

If he could guddle a trout – and he could – why not a cat?

He made a small noise through his teeth, a whistling hiss, like the distant chittering of birds. The kitten stared, mesmerized, as the gently swaying gingers moved invisibly closer. When at last he touched its fur again, it made no move to escape. One finger edged beneath the fur, another slid under the clod wee pads of one paw, and it let him scoop it gently into his hand and lift it from the ground.

He held it for a moment against his chest, stroking it with one ginger, tracing the silken jawline, the delicate ears. The tiny cat closed its eyes and began to purr in ecstasy, rumbling in his palm like distant thunder.

“Oh, so ye’ll come away wi’ me, will you?” Receiving no demur from the cat, he opened the neck of his shirt and tucked the tiny thing inside, where it poked and prodded his ribs for a bit before curling up against his skin, purr reduced to a silent but pleasant vibration.

— The Fiery Cross
He’s sooo cute! (Adso, too! 😉)
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