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The magierprinz had foundly found some answers from the book he had taken from the library during their little break in.  Interesting, but he had made a deal with Gwynn in this matter and intended on following through with it.

In the meantime, he had a certain hellhound following him around the streets after they finished breakfast.  While the man did have an idea for getting his own personal companion, Eith was ... a bit too untame for his tastes.

The atmosphere had largely been normalized, and Swen looked to the puppy as he was heading to Kathrine's class.  [color=gray]"Alright.  I'm going to give you some cash for food today.  Spend it how you want, but this should cover the next two meals for you."[/color]  A few rather expensive coins were handed over in a small pouch to Eith.  [color=gray]"Is there anything else you need from me?"[/color]

Normally the girl wasn't too interested in following him around, so he guessed the answer was no.

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The past week had been wonderful.  Despite not accepting any pets from strangers the entire weekend she had been out with Tazia, things had gone rather nicely.  During the weekdays her owner seemed to set out some time after dinner to pamper her, which oftentimes led to more happening.  Also, she had baked a few more of those cookies for her mistress.

She seemed to like them, especially when she returned late at night from whatever quest she was still working on.

Of course, she loyally did not question or investigate what her mistress was doing, although there were hints based on her mistress' behavior anyways.  She seemed to return with a regular schedule and without being inebriated, suggesting she perhaps was working somewhere.  The girl also had faded marks from dirt, along with the smell of soap.  Was she perhaps drilling younger people in the art of the sword, and just bathing quickly afterwards?  Sparing regularly with a group of friends?  Doing incredibly well scheduled nighttime robberies?

Maoin was a bit curious about why she wasn't being told about what was going on, but with a large amount of effort she forced herself not to ask as she prepared her mistress for the day, who seemed oddly intent about getting up on time to go to classes.

[color=8dc73f]"Hey Maoin.  So. I got something I wanna show ya this morning before class starts."[/color]

The kitten blinked a few times, but simply nodded and moved herself to the edge of the bed next to her owner, looking up into her face.  [color=darkslateblue]"Yes, Mistress?"[/color]  She was a little curious about what this was about.  After all, she was a cat by nature.

Although she raised an eyebrow at her owner's rather casual clothing, Maoin remained in her own usual servants uniform, and intended on doing so for the day unless told otherwise.

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The past week had been awful, to put it simply.  Livia would likely have noticed Fia walking around with a sense of hopelessness or worthlessness as the younger girl moved around, even managing to put a somewhat of a damper on her usually nervous behavior.  Whereas previously she read books, perhaps sometimes more than Livia intended, it seemed that Fia was either finding herself distracted or simply not interested.

The crimson haired girl had dealt with pain, abuse, and being forced to live in conditions that could only be described as inhumane.  And despite having a few weeks away from such things, those memories haunted her.  She still needed to find a private space sometimes, where even Livia couldn't find her.

But this ... this wasn't the same.  She had hopes.  Of course, it was stupid.  Dreams of ... probably what Livia called friendship, maybe even one of those forms of love.  And, despite her natural inclination to hide, she had overcome that in the hope of discovering those things.

Only for those hopes to be dashed to the wayside as the dragon screamed at her before they even had the chance to speak.  Apparently, dreams were simply meant to remain as dreams.

And Fia finally realized how some of those privileged students could be sad.  To have one's dreams crushed wasn't the same sort of pain in the tower, but an entirely new way to suffer that she hadn't been exposed to before.
[hr]Her thoughts were interrupted as the pompous man finally found his way out the door, Fia letting out a small sigh of relief as he left.  The crimson head girl approached the desk slowly, carrying a small stack of papers she had been working on and lazily putting them down on the desk, looking at the floor as she released them. [color=salmon]"... Anything else ... today ...?"[/color]  It was still rather early in morning, but Fia wasn't in the mood to do anything.  She wanted to go home, lie down in their bed, and just sleep all day.