"Not at all", he replied graciously at once, but even as Bragi said it he knew his new friend was right. He'd even reached his hand halfway to the doggy — Penny — before withdrawing it, acknowledging his friend's point was sound.

He looked down at the kittens, then blinked to the anxious mothercat and gave her a stroke on the head. Pulling a small canvas bag from his pocket, he mused, "I'll be able to transport them in this; a couple of spells for comfort and they'll be as safe as can be"

"Do some by and visit in Poplar Grove when they're older", he said warmly to the lady who'd helped him find them. "Miss...?"

Note: Here they are when they're older!

  

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May 29TH, 1889 - HIGH STREET

Despite the palpable tension with the new mother, Penny had sniffed curiously at the man's outstretched hand before it was withdrawn. Amelia smiled at his generosity and nodded cordially. "Evans," she responded warmly. "Amelia Evans! And might I inquire as to yours?"

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Bragi Holm

  

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"Bragi Holm", he replied, his smile reaching his eyes.

He indulged himself in briefly patting the dog's head — only briefly, mind. His priorities had to be rather more feline at the moment.

And with that, he set about planning what spells were best to use on the canvas bag for safely transporting the kittens, and hoped they would one day reunite with Amelia Evans, their kindhearted new godmother.

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