[color=a187be][h3][center]~Cynthia, Livia, Myrilla~[/center][/h3][/color]

[color=a187be]"Tired already? Aww, come ooon, there's room for...round four? Or would it be five? I lost count~"[/color] Livia giggled as she laid atop Cynthia who merely rolled her eyes with a quiet scoff.

[b]"Sometimes I wonder why I like you."[/b] She said, shoving the headmistress off of her and sitting up, only to quickly have Livia latch onto her with a swift hug.

[color=a187be]"I can think of two...very good reasons you do, hehe~" [/color]The maid merely looked in the opposite direction, not deigning to give the headmistress a reply. Instead, she wrenched herself out of Livia's hug and stood, walking over to her discarded uniform and giving a disappointed huff as she picked it up and inspected it.

[b]"Must you make more work for me? Couldn't you have at least waited until we got out of the clothes before starting?"[/b] The maid huffed in an irritable fashion.[b] "It's going to take [i]weeks[/i] to wash out thoroughly."[/b] Livia simply laughed softly, sitting up herself. Well, she couldn't lay around. She had to get back to work and go see if she could find Fia. It was after school, and she needed to get back to her work if she wanted to make any progress at all today.

[color=a187be]"I'm sure you'll figure something out, dear."[/color] Livia replied, standing up as she collected her robes. [color=a187be]"Maybe...we could retire to the baths after this? We should probably-bllff."[/color] Before she could finish the sentence, Cynthia's maid uniform was tossed at her, hitting her square in the face.

[b]"No. We're done for the day. We both have work."[/b]

[color=a187be]"Tsk, no fun."[/color] Livia scoffed, walking the uniform back over to the maid. [color=a187be]"But fine then. Get dressed...I should go find Fia."[/color]

Of course, that would apparently prove to be much easier then she realize. As soon as she made the statement, the redhead bolted out from behind the opposite couch. The headmistress' eyes widened in shock as she recoiled back, not expecting Fia to appear form thin air at all. How long had she been there? The entire time? Oh dear spirits.

[color=a187be]"F-fia?! Dear, whatever-how, what are...how in the name of the great spirits did [i]you[/i] get in here?!"[/color] This was one of the rare times in her life, the headmistress was both completely unprepared for a situation, as well as having almost zero composure to deal with it in a coherent manner for the moment. She could only assume the horrified expression was from Fia seeing everything that had just happened. Thankfully, it seemed Cynthia at least could take over for a bit as she went about getting dressed.

[b]"Headmistress, I do believe you should get dressed instead of asking your child how she got in somewhere."[/b]

[color=a187be]"R-right...right."[/color] Livia took a breath to calm herself. Oh dear, this was not the series of events she had been expecting at all. Well, at least she could handle-

[color=ec008c]"My Livia. In front of your own child, too. It really is a shame you're a human. You'd fit in so well with that slut on the Throne of Lust."[/color] Livia's head turned to the source of the voice, spotting a head of pink hair, bright red eyes and two black horns poking up from behind the couch that Fia had been taking shelter behind. The owner of head, who was making the most smug, condescending, devilish smirk only Satan himself could manage to conjure up. Livia simply stared, slack jawed as pure hatred replaced any sort of emotion she had been previously feeling.

[color=ec008c]"Really, I forgot what such cute noises you make,"[/color] The demon lord walked out from behind the couch with enough arrogance in her gait to make even a dragon feel inferior. She planted herself in front of the headmistress, barely inches away from the blond who had managed to only get half dressed before the demon announced her presence. She looked down at the other woman, smug grin seemingly only even more infuriating up close. [color=ec008c]"Really, it was quite a treat to watch that. I forgot how adorable you were. I should be thanking you, hehe."[/color]

Cynthia for the most part remained quiet, focusing her attention on something other than the demon lord with...vast tracts of land in front of her and set about making some more tea.

[color=a187be]"Myrilla."[/color] Livia barely managed to keep her tone to an indoor level. [color=a187be]"It is usually common courtesy to knock. Not that a hellion such as yourself would ever care. I was quite in the middle of something, so I suggest you leave before I [i]make[/i] you."[/color]

[color=ec008c]"Aww, and here I thought we were friends."[/color] Myrilla chuckled. [color=ec008c]"Putting me out already is so cold of you, you know? Maybe I'm just jealous and want you all to myself~"[/color]

[color=a187be]"Oh? The demon lord wants [i]me[/i] all to herself?"[/color] Livia rolled her eyes, scoffing as she finished getting dressed, deciding best to not give the demon any more time than she had too. [color=a187be]"Why don't you get to the point of why you're here already."[/color] At this, Myrilla chuckled, her smug smirk turning into a full demonic grin as she pressed her body against Livia's.

[color=ec008c]"What's the matter, mi~gh~ty headmistress?"[/color] She said in a sickeningly sweet voice. [color=ec008c]"Afraid of not being on top for once? Or just having your own tricks used against you, hmm?"[/color] Before the demon could say anything else, the air in the room grew cold as the demon felt something latch around her waist. [color=ec008c]"Tsk, oh so you're going to be-wah~"[/color] With a squeal that one would not expect of a demon lord, something yanked Myrilla across the room, flinging her out of the locked doors with a force strong enough to send her into the far wall outside of the room. The doors slammed shut, locking themselves once again as Livia took a seat behind her desk. Cynthia had already managed to quickly make some tea and place it in front of her as she set about cleaning.

[color=a187be]"...I swear to whatever gods I have not pissed off...one of these days, I am going to kill that devil."[/color] Livia muttered, completely forgetting Fia's existence at the moment.

[color=8dc73f][h3][Center]~Gwynn~[/center][/h3][/color]

Ugh.

She felt like crawling in a hole somewhere and dying.

That was not a fun class to sit through. Ugh, how could [i]anyone[/i] sit through that boring drivel? Seriously, she was contemplating if dying from boredom was seriously possible at that moment. Well, maybe she'd come home to Maoin and possibly something good to eat. It'd seriously help her mood right now. Unfortunately all she came home too were two notes tacked onto her dorms door. She almost didn't even bother to look, but decided that Maoin would nag at her later if she left them there and they were important.

One...was a rather suspicious letter from Maoin. The other was...someone who had met Maoin or something? As Gwynn read the letter, she honestly could not believe it. The handwriting in the letter was honestly some of the fanciest she had seen in a long time. Almost regal looking, really, and the way it was written made it seem like it was written by some sort of noble.

		[hider=Letter][color=aba000]"Master of the kitten known as Maoin
	Greetings, honorable mage. I realize this might come off as quite sudden, but my name is Sorcha and I have recently taken a bit of interest in your familiar. Worry not, I do not intend to attempt to do anything to her, indeed she came to me for help on a matter whilst you were at classes. We talked for a bit, and she asked me to train her in the way of the sword on the weekends. I agreed, and she shall henceforth be meeting me by the lake from now on for training.

	That matter aside, it has also come to my attention that perhaps you should speak to her about certain things that both of you want out of your relationship. I realize it is not my place to pry nor is it my place to ask or any of my business, however your kitten has confided to me a few concerns of hers, and if you are exactly as I imagine you from our conversation then perhaps it is best for you to talk sooner rather than later. Once again, I do apologize for prying, but if you have any questions or concerns, you may contact Lunalel Lightsword if you wish to speak with me, or find me by the lake on one of the aforementioned weekends.

										-Sorcha Ó Maoilriain, Radiant King of the heavens
													[sub]And a bunch of other silly titles that won't fit on here.

PS: If you do come see me, bring me some alcohol.
PPS: Also food. Preferably meat.
PPPS: In no way am I a glutton. Luna just doesn't feed me enough.
PPPPS: She should be nicer to poor little innocent dragons.[/sub][/color][/hider]

Gwynn had no fucking idea what to make of this. Lunalel lightsword? Was this someone related to her then? She had definitely never heard of some fancy title like that before, but honestly Gwynn was too tired to care. She walked through the door to the room, plopping down on her bed. Urgh, she needed a nap.