She was kind and even before a lowly black cat this woman still strained to save face. Tears welled and emotions were set to flurry but instead of crying she tried to share the moment. It was that lonliness and desire for comfort that drew it to her, and as she recounted a Christmas past the Pooka solemnly listened leading her away. How did the humans survive the loss of great love? The Faerie rarely understood it. Mating and bonding was something either bound to an eternal summer or fleeting. But death of a lover was not something tales of the Otherworld were truly made of.<br/><br/>When she broke down to the floor at the sudden revelation the cat gently kneaded its face into her open palm with a comforting mew. There was something about the emotional depths she was falling into, and had been since Jon had passed away. The need was strong and could be sensed by many creatures of Faerie kind. And for the lone shape changer and mischief giver who had long since been sequestered to a dark cove on the coast… it was like spice to a meal.<br/><br/>It was cruel to tease her, and Morven knew as much. Even the fairfolk knew a certain morality and to mock a dying love or prolonging the suffering of another was often forbidden. There were few things sacred as a marital bond.<br/><br/>Alas the Pooka did not care as it slowly trailed away into the dark bedroom standing in the shadow just staring at her with gold eyes. A paw lifted towards the edge of the bed and the black cat leapt up to curl about the corner of the bed. As the storm brewed outside the chiming of a small music box came from the room.<br/><br/>It was the one Maggie placed on the shelf. Old and tarnished it had a certain charm despite the mantel piece of a tiny dancer having gone missing. Jon had given it to her as a gift years ago when they had first started dating, and it was something that followed their relationship. Not a family heirloom it meant something more to their relationship. Her husband bought it from a thrift shop and gave it to as the treasure of a new beginning. Something for her to remember him by even though he was an entire ocean away.<br/><br/>Now that she was here? It was the anchor of their love, one that was never to be forgotten.