Every fiber told her to run, to get away as fast as she could and never turn back to face this place again.  The veil whispered many foul things in the darkness of spirit and in the veil itself were spirits that touched that darkness itself.  She knew nothing of these things but she knew something was wrong and that alone was enough to keep her on edge.  Every second of those objects being in sight felt an eternity that tore at her mind telling her to run, fight, hide, anything.  But with so many things demanded she could not act, even as the artifacts were put away.<br/><br/>Her fur still stood and her tail bristled, her eyes locking in on that bag that Atticus wore.  The exchange between Cyrus and Atticus evaded her as the butterflies always did, the words fluttering about as tones changed and her attention never becoming dragged away.  Without even realizing what was going on she'd notice that the bag was suddenly gone?  No, the door slamming caused her ears to twitch and her body to cringe, backing up against the corner all over in order to avoid what she thought was the worse case scenario.  In truth it was simply Atticus' leaving in a fit.<br/><br/>Glancing over to Atticus she'd offer what sounded a weak meow, before tearing up and falling into a fit of tears.  Her fur slowly faltering and the bristle of her tail smoothing out quick enough.  Fear.  A basic thing but she felt it to almost no limit.  It was something she hated though.  Her fear was well warranted on the night of the werewolf attack.  But those fears were missing in the blue tower when her sixth sense simply did not trigger.  This evil though?  This evil was enough to set her right on edge almost immediately.<br/><br/>Whispers could be heard of the assistants speaking about the growling, a few rumors starting up that she was going to attack Atticus of all things.  Though after her almost losing herself with one of those assistants it was obvious that the reputation was falling fast with only two really knowing the bitter truths.  In the end it would only benefit the assistants if they were right for what really came to be the problem was a threat to any that could listen to the cruel whispers of the one in the veil.  The whispers of the owner to the hand and eye...