[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/4cYfLG5.jpg[/img][/center] [color=lightyellow]"Oh yes she had, and she used it to make you - [i]troublesome cow[/i]."[/color] For a second, Cocoa would find herself winning their little fight. Then she'd find her legs and arms bound tightly together by some sort of magical rope, unable to really struggle. [color=lightyellow]"Unwilling I suppose."[/color] Aetheria let out a sigh, ignoring anything the cow said and surprisingly dragging the heavier woman with ease by some sort of magic. Cocoa would find herself led to a small cell - it wasn't uncomfortable, per se, and had all the basic amenities in it, but as the binds wore off one thing would be apparent - everything in here was designed to be completely unbreakable so that even the strongest, most frenzied familiar would find themselves unable to break out or even make noise through the soundproof walls. [hr] It would take about thirty minutes before there was a knock at the door. When it opened, a somewhat scared looking Otille - who had just been screamed at for fifteen minutes - waved towards Cocoa. [color=wheat]"H-hey, Cocoa."[/color] Otille braced for the hug, and walked towards it. Their entire time apart, Otille had been able to sense whatever emotions her familiar felt - fear, anger, frustration. [color=wheat]"It's okay, there there."[/color] The peasant was obviously concerned as she rubbed the cow's ears. [color=wheat]"I left a message for you with the Innkeeper, no need to tear through the town, alright? You were just sleeping and I didn't want to wake you. I'm sorry, I'll try to be more considerate next time. I should have known you'd come after me ..."[/color] More pettings. [color=wheat]"I'm safe alright? Shhhh."[/color] Otille was content to hold Cocoa until she had calmed down completely. Otille didn't bother to mention the fact the nurse had assigned her twenty hours of cleaning the hospital for the stampede. Something about educating her or the like. The white mage walked by the door, shrugged, and continued down the hallway. Her involvement with the cow was over, it seemed. [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/KDNoPCb.jpg[/img][/center] Maoin's mouth dropped in surprise before her eyes started to water, obviously hurt. She hadn't exactly expected Lady Gwynn to discuss her life story - but this? She's made a joke and had been told to off as a response. Sure, things hadn't gone the best before them last time, but wasn't it her former mistress who wanted to be friends? The cat stood there for a couple moments after the woman began to walk away, but she'd hear the soft footfalls of the cat as the girl walked next to her - face clean of tears or watering eyes, obviously having just been wiped off. The kitten tried to put on a smile this time. Now what? She could try to press for information about what was happening and why her former owner looked like she was doing a death march, but it was possible that would just irritate her. She could walk away, but she [i]did[/i] care about Gwynn, and no one else was here right now for her. She didn't have any companions a kitten could see, at least. It would be rather apparent the kitten was feeling a little nervous as she started speaking. [color=darkslateblue]"O-of course. I apologize, former mistress. A silly kitten - a slave - should only contemplate their servitude and allow her betters, such as your noble self, to take care of such things I cannot comprehend. How could simple property expect to understand your life or be trusted as a confident or advisor to a noble?"[/color] Maoin wasn't exactly lying - she believed some of what she said, although this was obviously a gross exaggeration to the point of parody. Her eyes watered a bit, but she wiped them off. This wasn't a time to show weakness. [color=darkslateblue]"But, I'd like to talk to my friend. I trust friends, no matter their station."[/color] Maoin gave Lady Gwynn a smile. What was something her former mistress would actually have some advice about? [color=darkslateblue]"... L-"[/color] The kitten paused. [color=darkslateblue]"Gwynn ... I went with my current owner into a ruin. I nearly died ... and I would have, if my enemy hadn't decided to spare me. I've been a little afraid of picking up my sword since then."[/color] The cat shifted around uncomfortably - she had wanted to ask someone before Lady Sorcha about this issue, but it obviously wasn't her proudest moment. [color=darkslateblue]"... how do you deal with it? The fear of dying in a battle?"[/color] She hoped even if Gwynn didn't want to talk about herself she'd at least be willing to talk about her. Maybe it'd make the noble open up a bit? [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/HuFvrKV.jpg[/img][/center] Chaos unfolded behind her as the maid fought down her other rescuers. For a couple moments, Fia considered pleading with Lyssa to stop and make peace, to stop this needless destruction. A single look on Cynthia's face changed her mind. They'd be cleaning the bathrooms until dawn. [color=salmon]"r-RUN! Faster!"[/color] For one of the few times in her life the phoenix yelled, eyes wide and excited. [color=salmon]"Cynthia! Tell Karia to head into the village!"[/color] The phoenix finished her message by starting a flamethrower to force Cynthia to stop before the flames as they fled down the hallway towards the window. Lyssa needed time, and hopefully this would buy it. Actually, this was a little romantic. Being carried like a princess and all through the choas by her victorious savior. The phoenix actually blushed a little.