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Fia wasn't surprised as the hydra began to give chase to a surprised dog girl, who sprinted away as a new 'apex predator' entered into town.  It was a little odd how the familiar seemed to institutionally know that Ritsa wasn't simply edible lizard and rather was far, far bigger.  Or it might have simply been the hissing and a showing of a line of very, very pointy teeth.  Whatever the girl's reasoning, Fia had some faith that the golden tailed girl would be able to stay away from Ritsa for quite a while.  After all, dogs were natural sprinters.  

With a sigh of relief that she wouldn't be the target today, the phoenix turned around to give Lyssa a smile.

A boy with cat ears occupied most of her vision when she turned, probably having snuck behind her.  [i]Shit.[/i]  Fia barely managed to dodge a pounce from the kitten as she too began to run away.  For now, Lyssa didn't seem to have anyone chasing her as demons were outside of the natural bird-cat-dog-hydra foodchain it seemed.

[color=salmon]"H-hey!"[/color]

The two nobles on the bench started laughing harder as the two familiars added themselves to the chaotic fray.  Would Ritsa help Fia, or would she continue to chase the fleeing puppy?

[center][h3][color=wheat]Otille Kohler[/color][/h3][/center]
It was a good thing that Cocoa seemed to know how to braid hair, and obviously better that it had managed to distract Cocoa from the prev- 

Gods she was so happy the cow couldn't see her blush right now.  Still though, she buried her face into her hands as she continued to lean over the edge of the pool ... was it still her job to milk her familiar, or should she teach Cocoa how to do it herself?  She'd never heard of 'familiar milk' being sold before, so she wasn't sure how it'd taste or if there was even a market for it.  But it was likely becoming a little bothersome for the cow as the pressure was likely building up.

[color=wheat]"I um, dunno how this works now that you are a familiar, Cocoa."[/color]  Otille answered honestly.  [color=wheat]"I-I'll ask someone how we should err, handle the excess production."[/color]  There certainly was likely a bit more than a little excess as the globes continued to press into her back.

It was embarrassing, but maybe Luna would know what to do about this?