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Maoin simply enjoyed the pettings she received from Marie as she listened to the conversation although stood up since Solana hadn't taken her up on the offer of petting her - which made the kitten a little sad.  Was she trying to act reserved now?

[color=darkslateblue]"Sir Percival it is simply Maoin.  I apologize for having you at a disadvantage."[/color]  The kitten curtsied politely.  [color=darkslateblue]"No, I'm not a familiar right now.  I belong to Lady Sorcha - Lady Lightsword's dragon familiar."[/color]  The cat gave a quick look towards Marie.  [color=darkslateblue]"I'm just with her because ..."[/color]

Maoin blushed with great intensity for two reasons.  The first one is because she didn't want to say out loud that because her mistress was likely enjoying her alone time with Lady Lightsword a bit too much.  The second reason though was ... well ... what was she supposed to say, because she thought the girl was cute and wanted someone to spend the night with and that she was recommended to do so by her owner?

The cat simply hoped that Marie would explain things in a suitable manner.

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W-wait how did - [i]slam[/i].  As Ritsa somehow launched herself the phoenix wasn't in control enough to redirect the way she was going that quickly and instead managed only to remain vertical for half a second before the two of them simply went sprawling across the ice in a bundle as they rolled over it together.  The surface was hard and the phoenix got a few scrapes from it but luckily for both of them they healed quickly.

Eventually though Ritsa would find herself on top as the pair of them struggled slightly in their little play fight that was going on.  The phoenix simply looked to the right and flushed her face slightly as she decided to respond.  [color=salmon]"... you win, alright ...?"[/color]  Fia's voice was more quiet as usual, although she didn't really seem to upset about Ritsa's sneak attack or victory.

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Meowka was honestly a little surprised that the dolls actually knew what she wanted!  The prowler of the night gave the little servants a smile and even rubbed her hand against one of their cheeks affectionately as she looked towards the large man.

Those muscles meant he would have endurance, right?  The ability to make her feel great for hours!  Meowka simply imagined the bliss that she would feel as she laid there and let the big guy do his work on her.  The cat hopped on to the table, turned in a circle once, then laid down on it and stretched slightly as she waited for the action to begin as she gave the guy a big smile before closing her eyes as if prepared to take a nap.

Was she supposed to say anything?  [color=blue]"Do yhu have any cats?"[/color]  Truthfully the prowler of the night was always curious about who kept her sort around normally.  Quite frankly they were crazy but most of them made good servants.