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The magierprinz's eyes went wide as he saw the small bunny deliver a rather ferocious kick to the dog.  Sure, they were small and adorable.  But damn did they have strong legs.  [color=gray]"Alright, break it up you two."[/color]  This time Swen pointed his wand between them, firing out his wind cantrip to hopefully knock them apart, angling it to make sure neither of them flew into a bookshelf.  Looking over at Eith, he looked down at her shins to make sure everything was alright.

Not that he had any healing magic or anything, rather to ensure the school's resident white mage didn't need a call.

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Hadn't this very same woman a few minutes ago told her to go after her mistress?  The kitten's ears fell gradually as the headmistress let out a string of insults towards her.  

The woman walking away from her was confusing at a minimum.  But the kitten had a final word for her, jogging up to her before she looked at the taller woman with watering eyes.  [color=darkslateblue]"... she'd die for me ... that's obvious."[/color]  The kitten spoke her next words with frustration though.  [color=darkslateblue]"... but I'd do the same for her too!  If she gets hurt while I'm not there ..."[/color]  A few quick words left her lips as she tried to keep pace.  [color=darkslateblue]"... and I don't know what she had planned for me, she probably hoped I'd love some new master and would pamper them and everything ... but she's wrong!  Alright!?"[/color]  The kitten looked up at the taller woman, tears falling out of her eyes, hoping against hope that she'd budge and offer some sort of aid.  It almost seemed like as if the girl was trying to convince herself.

If Livia didn't say anything, the cat would soon disappear.
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The kitten's path took her around the school grounds, eyes instinctively darting around various nooks and crannies hoping somehow that her lady would be there, jumping out and giving her a big hug, telling her this was some sort of test of her faith and loyalty.

Of course, it didn't happen.  The girl tried to hold in her tears as she walked around for a while, hearing a nearby clock chime several times as an hour passed.  The three duffel bags weighed more than she expected as she finally arrived at the lake, sitting down.  Out of all the things the headmistress said though, a singular word echoed most in her mind.

Stray.

That's what she was now, wasn't it?  A familiar too weak to defend themselves.  A sorry and pathetic excuse of a servant.  Maybe she'd told Livia that she wouldn't be happy with anyone else ... but that was only a sign of her reliance, wasn't it?  Someone so emotionally attached that they refused to improve on their own?  

And besides, what sort of idiot would accept her anyways?  She had no skills outside of some minor natural senses and making things look pretty ... there was plenty of stories like her own: adorable, young, defenseless, and cute familiars abandoned or kicked out when they became too annoying, useless, or the owner simply got tired of them.  Maoin had always ignored them, but there were several of the sad stories around as she went to class wasting away in some nearby ally.

Of course, the kitten had always believed herself above them.  But ultimately, she'd been abandoned without even a 'goodbye'.  And now here she was.  A stray.

She sat down onto the beach, looking out at the lake and remembering the fun they'd had when it had been frozen over, the snowballs, skating, and cookies afterwards.  But ... it wasn't meant to be, was it?  The kitten pulled on her own ears out of frustration, and she wasn't even sure with who.

And despite her best attempt, she pulled her knees to her chest and started crying, shaking softly as she blamed herself, blamed her lady, blamed the headmistress, and then denying any of this had ever happened, that this was all somehow a really bad dream and she was in a coma or knocked out or ...

Just a worthless stray.

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As Kathrine called the doll a slave, the phoenix looked up at her with a slight look of fear, and immediately placed the thing away from her.  [color=salmon]"... I ... I have a vase ... for that ..."[/color]

What if there was people trapped in those things, forever bound to serve or be tortured?  Fia knew what that was like, and reminders of the past were horrifying.  And besides, if that was the case their will would be so far broken that they couldn't be trusted as anything but an extension of the woman in front of her.

[color=salmon]"... let ... let them go ..."[/color]  Perhaps it was a moment of bravery, but she was in Livia's house.  The woman was likely somehow present, watching over this.