Now she was starting to feel bad. Ever since she told Castamere that she wanted to be alone, the cat had become more affectionate- even having the audacity to sit on her homework, refusing to move. So Addyson did the best thing she knew she could do in this situation. Leave. Sure, she had been short with Castamere but he had to know that she was not a glorified cat bed. He was their familiar and a pet-- not in control.

Besides, getting angry at a cat was seemed futile but just removing oneself from the situation seemed the best idea. As she arrived at the pumpkin patch, she quickly glanced at the sign, noting that she could help out. Without a word or grabbing gloves, she began pulling long stringy green things that looked like they were dying (weeds). She'd often see her mother do this when she was upset so she figured it would help her calm her emotions. She didn't like feeling... but Poor Castam - no- Castamere needed to learn.

Maybe Castamere could go bug Tal?