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The kitten pouted slightly as she was teased in return and as a horrible pun was employed by her mistress.  The thin black fur of her tail whipped around behind her and her eyes looked towards it.  [color=darkslateblue]"My tail is still firmly attached, mistress!"[/color]

Of course, she was only responding to that to buy herself time for the next two subjects.  [color=darkslateblue]"Mistress ... I promised last time we talked that I belong to only you like that ..."[/color]  The black haired girl paused for a few seconds, then tried to steer the conversation back to something a bit more lighthearted.  She wanted her mistress to have fun right now, didn't she?  [color=darkslateblue]"And besides, I planned on relaxing by simply watching you have fun.  Much easier to take care of you when you aren't being all pouty.  This is my treat, dance with who you want when the music begins to play!"[/color]

Although now her eyes drifted to the much more serious matter of drinking.  That had been part of trying to get her owner to enjoy herself, but she didn't want it to just go to waste.  [color=darkslateblue]"... and um ... then what do we do with the drink, mistress?"[/color]

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The dragon and Livia continued speaking back and forth, with Luna just standing by the door calmly.  It was rather obvious that the dragon knew at least something that Livia knew, and that as Livia was dodging questions Sorcha was becoming increasingly angry.  Fia had hoped to learn something, to try and ... speak with the beast.

Livia would feel the crimson haired fourteen year old suddenly push her arms off and watch the her sprint towards the door, grabbing the dragon's hand with her own and tugging against it in an effort to keep her in the room.  Amber eyes looked up at the beast, then down towards the floorboards, with a few tears falling to the floorboards and her hand clearly shaking.

[color=salmon]"... please ... don't ..."[/color]  It was rather obvious the girl was incredibly nervous and concerned about being this close.  [color=salmon]"... you ... you have answers ..."[/color]  She paused for a moment, then mumbled a few words until something coherent came out.  [color=salmon]"... been trapped and ... enslaved ... until a few weeks ago ... now am Livia's ..."[/color]  The phoenix tried to gather herself, wanting to get at least a few more words in despite her timidity.

[color=salmon]"... if there's ... any truth ... in dreams ..."[/color]  Sorcha would feel the young girl's hand grip tighter, as if grabbing onto those fantasies in her mind.  [color=salmon]"... then ... you made me happy ..."[/color]  Even Fia knew this was a lot for her, but the girl grabbed the same hand with her other one, trying to focus on the dragon through watering eyes.

It was as if something inside of her [i]compelled[/i] her to speak with this dragon, to get something out of their interactions.  She'd feel terrible if she let the opportunity slip so easily like previously.  She had to do something this time, especially with Livia at her back.  Fia didn't know if she had another chance.