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For a couple of moments Maoin considered waking up her mistress.  After all, they ALL needed a bath, and she'd get the bedsheets dirty.  On the other hand, even she was tired after that long journey, and undoubtedly given her injuries her owner was probably more so.

And the sheets were already dirty anyways.

After letting out a small sigh, the cat headed to the kitchen and prepared a salad along with a side of meat that was easily reheatable for the others before sticking a note on the ice-box.

[i]Mistress Sorcha and Household,

Going out shopping.  Meal is in here, indicated by a black bow.  Don't heat the salad container, heat the beef soup for 10 minutes at setting three.
  Lady Sorcha, there won't be enough for you to gouge on if you share with the others.  Which you should do or otherwise I'll cry.

Apologies for Any Inconvenience,
Maoin[/i]

For a second the cat let out a sigh.  She hoped Lady Sorcha wouldn't be upset, but outside of giving her a bath there wasn't a lot.  The cat returned to the bathroom, threw all her clothes in the dirty laundry hamper, and slid into the tub and let out a long, relaxed breath.  It had been a while since she'd bathed on her own - or really had the house to herself in any form of the word, and she figured she'd try and enjoy it while her mistress would be sleeping for the next few hours.  She'd nearly forgotten what it was like to pamper herself given how much busier she was than with Lady Gwen.

Soon enough, the kitten had done her share of scrubbing and relaxed for half an hour in the warm water in a nice bubble bath.  It might not be comfortable for Lady Sorcha, but it was the perfect size for her.  Though she couldn't stay inside forever - she had two weeks of allowance to spend, and a couple ideas of how to do so.

When she left the house, she wore the simple dress Miss Lindall had made for her - she wasn't sure she'd have time to work further on her appearance and get back at any reasonable time, so she kept everything else about her appearance simple, but clean, as well.

Now where to start?

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Fia frowned slightly as Livia patted her on the head and Katherine entered the room.  She'd learned though that the headmistress was a busy woman and having a continuous conversation would be a difficult task.  Still though, she was a little saddened that Cynthia would be busy today and wondered what she should do while she waited for the conversation to go by.

After her ears noted someone new was outside the door waiting, the phoenix went over to the bookshelf and lifted up the first tome she found - reading the cover revealed it to be titled 'A Thousand And One Ways to Defend Yourself'.  The girl started flipping through the pages, a little curious about what the contents were.  The book itself showed signs of wear - a blunted corner showed it might have been dropped at some point, which surprised the girl since the older woman rarely dropped things.

Heading to the couch, the fourteen year old began to flip through the pages with a little boredom behind her.  As she heard another sound of footsteps echo outside, Fia frowned and put the book down on the table.  As she scanned the shelves for something more interesting.  [i]Dragon Dance.[/i]  After blinking a couple of times, the girl made a decision.  She could finish the conversation with Livia later.

[color=salmon]"... I'm going out for a bit ..."[/color]  She looked towards her guardian spirit - it was becoming a lot easier for her to see now - and after a cursory check to make sure it was following walked outside.  Soon afterwards, Lady Sorcha would hear a knock on her door.

[color=salmon]"S-Sorcha?"[/color]

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Meowka simply looked at the pouch of coin as it was placed into her hand and waved her mistress goodbye.  Apparently she had something important to do, which meant the familiar would have a day to herself.

For a while, the cat wasn't sure.  She still wasn't used to in some ways scrounging to survive.  [color=blue]"Hey, doll, what should I- nevermind."[/color]  The damn things couldn't speak, and last time they interacted they led her to the worst massage in the world.  Meowka soon left onto the streets, looking around and wondering what she'd do.

This wasn't the hour to get pointlessly drunk at a bar, but wherever she decided to go the dolls would have a hard time following, as she hopped onto the roof of a nearby building and looked over the town.  A nice perch, if she had to say so herself.