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	As class came to an end, Swen found himself heading to a courtyard fountain and listening intensely as the beauty gave him several pointers.  Firstly, she advised him to be confident and demonstrated it by hitting on another girl.  Swen was surprised, but the other girl must have been more so because the blonde received a firm slap across the face.

	The girl in the green dress also advised him to accept rejection, to be reasonably persistent, and be a little mischievous.  After worrying that what she described as flirting to be lying, she provided a few useful examples and Swen found himself understanding the finer sex a little better.

	After thanking her and returning to his living quaters, the Magierprinz realized his stupidity: he had forgotten to ask the name of his newly acquired ally.  However, he felt he could rectify that next day in class, and perhaps offer his assistance in the future.

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	Normally the Magierprinz would spend the remainder of the day in his room studying, but for today he spent the rest of his time preparing himself for the date.  Wearing the latest fashion in the Holy Roman Empire, the heir found himself wearing long, flowing, dark robes with some elegant trim that fit him nicely.

	Having corresponded with his future bride's familiar via letter, the two of them had already arranged a place and a time.  The pair would be meeting at a formal tavern that featured the newest dishes across all of Europe.  While it would be expensive, the Prince felt that it would do a good job to leave a lasting first impression.

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	The distressed kitten found herself being led through the hallways by the kind Lady Lightsword, and after peeking through the doorway spotted her mistress attending the class.  Gwynn didn't appear to be paying much attention during the lecture, but at least the girl wasn't interrupting the entire class.

Baby Steps.

	The black haired girl let out a sigh of relief, hands slightly lifting the edges of her dress as she gave a respectful curtsey to the knightess. [color=DarkSlateBlue]"I must thank you for your assistance, Miss Lightsword.  I hope to be able to repay you someday, but for now I need to prepare the dorm room for my mistress."[/color]  The kitten gave her goodbyes and returned quickly to the newly acquired room, where she spent hours cleaning, lounging, and getting everything [i]just[/i] right.

	The kitten left the dorm to acquire some foodstuffs for her owner and a few other miscellaneous items to assist for the evening.  When she returned, she found Gwynn on the bed appearing bored to tears as she exercised her magical powers.  [i]Still[/i] in her dirty dress.  The cat had wished the girl would have started preparing herself for the date in an hour, but if Lady Foghlu' was cooperative like was promised, there would be plenty of time for them.

	Picking through the luggage, the girl picked out a small pair of silver earrings holding ambers in the shape of small dragons.  Additionally, she picked up a decorative sheath that fit Gwynn's largest dagger.  Holding them out in front of her bored owner, Maoin explained.  [color=DarkSlateBlue]"Mistress, after some thought I decided that it might be a good idea to express a little of your personality in the way you dress for the evening."[/color]  Even if that personality was unladylike in every manner.  

	Walking over to recently packed closet, the kitten picked out the finest dress they had:  A golden dress that cut off short at the beginning of the thigh, the remainder of the distance being covered by a flowing scarlet cloth.  The shoulders were exposed, and the front did the best to appropriately reveal some of Gwynn's modest feminine features with black ties to secure it in place..  The entire dress was lined in expensive but not gaudy trim, and   [color=darkslateblue]"Please allow me to prepare you for the evening, my lady.  I'm sure your worrying is unfounded and you will have a great time."[/color]  A chair was set up in front of a floor length mirror, with a plethora of makeup and mild accessories covering a nearby table to help Maoin ensure Gwynn was properly presentable.

	It was odd, but treating Gwynn like a doll was one of the few empowering things in her life.  It was a distant second to naps and petting, but if her mistress was cooperative she would see Maoin's disposition cheer up and her tail flick side to side happily.

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	Aetheria had finished teaching class for the day, exhausted from the work.  The white mage headed to the meeting room, where basic necessities and the running of the campus was discussed.  However, the warning Livia presented was a little worrying.  Aetheria looked around at the other teachers, noticing their reactions.  Many of them were religious, and probably would have a small grudge against demons.

	As the premiere magic academy of the world though, it didn't seem like any of them raised their voice or intended to quit.  After the brief pause indicating that any held resentment was insufficient to require leaving their occupation, Aetheria spoke to the assembled calmly.  [color=lightyellow]"Headmistress, while many of us have faith, I am sure we will agree with whatever plans you present.  It is our duty as academics to study that which is outside of our comfort zone within reason.  That is how society advances."[/color]

	She wasn't overly religious herself, given her upbringing on the streets ... shaking thoughts of her past from her mind, the white mage returned her eyes to the woman in the center of the room.