I have so many ideas for scientists as cats. Unfortunately my ideas are limited by whose names I can make cat puns out of. But I am glad I got Carl Sagan in there.
(Seriously tempted to draw "Sir Pawtrick Moore" one of these days...)
(Seriously tempted to draw "Sir Pawtrick Moore" one of these days...)
The throne room was the most lavish place Eunji had ever seen. Crafted out of expensive stone, every surface was painstakingly hand-carved and accented with gold, silver, and precious gems. A few thin windows let in misty daylight, while lanterns filled in dark corners with a subdued glow. Altogether it seemed a grim room, where no thought was given to happiness or comfort.
It also seemed like a shrine to the occupant of the large, gold-plated throne at the other end of the hall. Relaxing on a cushion there, surrounded by a complement of guards, listening to a Moehog courtier read the latest tax report, was a middle-aged green Acara in a gold-and-black robe. His face was somber and his eyes sharp and shrewd.
Eunji grimaced at the aura he gave off. This was
very clearly a Neopet who saw life as a power struggle and other Neopets as his
pawns. It reminded her quite a bit of how Wai Ren used to be. No wonder there
was such a shadow hanging over Shenkuu—its ruler had no love in his heart for
anything but power.