[center][h3][color=aba000]~Sorcha~[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=aba000]"Little one, perhaps she couldn't bear the thought of seeing you in distress?"[/color] Sorcha replied. [color=aba000]"Certainly, leaving without saying a word is...well, not exactly a nice thing to do but I do not think your master is a bad person if you care about her so much."[/color] The dragon sighed, breathing deeply. [color=aba000]"I will not claim that to be true, but you know your master better than anyone."[/color] The dragon pulled herself out of the lake, sitting by the kitten and dangling her legs in the water. She wrapped a wing around the child once again, pulling her close.

[color=aba000]"Little one, if you go after her I will not stop you, but if you rush off without thinking about it then you'll only get hurt. I will not try and stop you, but at least let me help. I won't go with you, but you should at least have some way of defending yourself." [/color]

[h3][center]~Cynthia~[/center][/h3]

Learn another language? Well, Cynthia was versed in at least some small bits of spoken language from elsewhere. She had to be, at least somewhat. It was intriguing enough of an idea, though. It'd also possibly give her something to do and well...make this entire thing go a bit smoother?

[b]"Very well."[/b] Cynthia replied. [b]"Let us see this language of yours."[/b]

[center][h3][color=a187be]~Livia~[/color][/h3][/center]
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"I don't expect you to work miracles."[/color] Livia chuckled, reaching a hand down and giving Fia a small pat on the head. [color=a187be]"Just make sure she is mostly safe and doesn't hurt herself, and stop scaring my familiar."[/color] Livia said with a fake stern tone. [color=a187be]"She's a delicate little thing."[/color] She smiled, looking down at Fia.

[color=a187be]"No, how about the three of us go do something? I took the day off and Cynthia is having a little...private time with a certain someone, so I think the three of us could go do something fun for once."
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[h3][color=ec008c][center]~Myrilla~[/center][/color][/h3]

Myrilla chuckled, walking along the upper floors, sliding a hand along the railing.

[color=ec008c]"Rid you of this?"[/color] Myrilla opened the book as she walked, taking a quick look inside before closing it. [color=ec008c]"Now, why would I do that? That would be quite...mean. Devilish, I'd say."[/color] She stopped walking, leaning over the railing again. [color=ec008c]"You don't think of little ol' me as a devil do you? You haven't even said hello yet, I'd say you're more of a devil than I. You don't even remember I, do you? Tsk, such a shame, too."[/color]

Before Swen could even react, the woman disappeared, wisps of black particles forming in the air as she left. For a few seconds, it'd seem like she'd have completely disappeared with the book.

[color=ec008c]"But don't worry, we'll be getting [i]quite[/i] familiar very soon."[/color] her voice came from right behind Swen, but the moment he'd turn to look he'd find nothing. [color=ec008c]"After all, you're getting [i]quite[/i] friendly with my daughter."[/color] That time, her voice came from above - if he happened to look up he'd notice her sitting on a bookshelf thumbing through the book he was seeking.