Naoise weaved around the table and Arutha's legs, rubbing his face against the material of Arutha's pants, marking him with his scent. He should be helping to search through the books, maybe Siobhan had a spell in one of these ancient tomes of hers that held the key to his release from the cursed collar; he doubted it though. It was knowledge and not a spell that was needed, knowledge of names to be precise, his and the collars and he knew his real name was not contained in any of the witches books.
How simple it would be if someone could just enter his mind and retrieve the information, but no, the collar's magic prevented that. if he ever met the God Loki he would cut the godlings balls off for creating this cursed piece of jewellery that was forever fastened around his fucking neck.
Frustration was eating away at him, frustration and doubt in their ability to hunt down the required information. Not that he would convey this to Arutha, Arutha who refused to give up, refused to relinquish hope, Arutha, who filled his days with purpose and joy.
He wished Siobhan was here to lend a hand, but she was off somewhere on a witch quest of her own, it was nice of her to give them a key to the back of the cafe and access to her books in her absence. Such trust was a rare and priceless gift and one that he would never take for granted.
Feeling suddenly like he was acting like an ungrateful brat, he padded out from under the table and leaped into the chair beside Arutha, his black cat head just high enough to see over the top and at the books scattered there.
*We are close I think, in the right place anyway, just not sure we are looking for the right answers in Siobhan's books.* He sent to Arutha as he looked at the books with doubt glinting in his emerald green eyes. "Maybe we should go talk to that witch Siobhan mentioned, the one that makes magical items. They might have heard of the collar or have books on ancient magical jewellery."
He was tempted to suggest they also hunt down the druid Wren, maybe he could send them in the right direction to hunt down ancient druid lineages which could lead to the discovery of his grandmother, which in turn could lead to him. However that would be too easy and he knew even thinking about it loudly could activate the fucking curse of the collar. Arutha would have to come up with that idea on his own.