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Aetheria shrugged at Livia.  [color=lightyellow]"There was a one cow stampede through town - and I gave some character building community service.  Not sure how that's cruel at all - maybe that peasant will become a doctor one day from the inspiration."[/color]  As the headmistress continued though the white mage thought for a moment how to respond.  [color=lightyellow]"I don't have many thoughts on her at all - she sort of just popped in here out of the blue, and she's not my patient.  She's a bit strange, but then again so is everyone else here.  Why do you ask?"[/color]

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Maoin's eyes had closed as she finished her plea, and she only opened them in time to register the fact that she was about to be hit.  Her cat like reflexes didn't give her supernatural speed or remove her surprise as the blow slammed into the side of her face.  Maoin reeled backwards from the impact as she placed a hand protectively over her now bruised face.  A quick inspection of that hand revealed there was likely a small trickle of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

For a second the cat looked between her hand and Lady Gwynn's face, brain not really registering what her former mistress was saying.  She had never been really angry in her life, but she felt her blood boil in her veins as she looked defiantly into this bitch's eyes.

If Lady Sorcha had been watching the next few moments she would have been proud - the kitten's nervousness from their training dissipated.  Her submissiveness evaporated.  Her focus was complete, and she seemed to finally be employing her catlike sense of balance to it's fullest extent as she leaped towards Gwynn, employing her tail to balance her body as she sent an airborne kick straight into Gwynn's head. 

She didn't have a reaction time, Lady Sorcha, Lady Luna, and especially the goddamn pirate did.  She'd seen the pirate train back at the manor, and now thinking of Lady Sorcha's lessons she remembered the subtle flaws in Lady Gwynn's footwork that had always existed.  She could adjust her blow before the woman would even finish positioning herself to block nothing, and she knew it.

After the shot, the cat would land back on the ground low in a position the looked like she was ready to pounce and rip the flesh from the woman's bones as she exposed her small fangs.  It was a rare look of confidence - no, dominance.  Lady Gwynn might be a natural, but she wasn't a [i]fucking beast[/i].

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Fia looked up towards Lyssa and nodded with a big smile.  Chocolate?  That sounded great!  Now literate, the phoenix looked over the various labels on the goods in front of her declaring some items to be vanilla, or strawberry, or even a couple lemon flavored items.  Eventually though, the crimson haired girl's eyes rested on a large, chocolate cookie with white nuts in it.

The fourteen year old poked her companion's side, gesturing towards the cookie and putting her hands together in what was clearly some sort of plea.  [color=salmon]"... please ...?"[/color]  She spoke softly as usual, but a small hopeful smile crossed her face.

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Otille blushed as she looked at Cocoa's completely unapologetic entry into the bath.  For the moments in between stripping and entering, the novice mage got quite a good observation of the curves of her familiar's body.  The farmer's eyes drifted downwards in embarrassment and a blush crossed her cheeks - Otille did manage to look up as Cocoa swam up to her, unconsciously observing the cow's ... orbs ... before looking at her face, her own still very, very red.  [color=wheat]"H-hi Cocoa ..."[/color]  The farmer reached a hand up - somewhat nervously - to pet the cow's head.  [color=wheat]"Ummmm ... d-do you have a favorite color or something?"[/color]  Such a dumb question, but perhaps Cocoa already had an entire philosophy of the universe planned out.