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Will have that CS up by tonight!

EDIT: Tomorrow morning, just have to define the magic, but it's 2AM.
@TheHangedMan Do you have a strange incapability to upload pictures XD?
YES! TINY SHY LESBIAN SHIP SHALL SAIL ONCE AGAIN!


0.o That's a good sign.

I've been hired by @Rune_Alchemist So here I am.


The cat girl waited anxiously as her mistress took an expressionless bite of the meal, concerned that her owner was not satisfied. Even after a few seconds, no comment was made. What would happen if it wasn't good enough? Would she simply be ordered to try again? Beaten? Humil-

"It is...good." A wave of relief ran over the slave as the meal was quickly devoured, Tamia's ears perking up and tail wagging back and forth lazily. In the distance her sensitive ears heard the conversations of others, and the servant tried to keep a general track of what was going on mostly out of personal curiousity. As time passed silently the slave started to question if her mistress would want to have seconds or if it was time to start cleaning ...

"I demand entertainment. Dance."

Mistresses next command surprised Tamia, the cat girl looking up into the eyes of her owner as if to seek confirmation. Years of being a personal attendant had taught Tamia various visually appealing ways to move her body, although those without music were primarily sexual. A slight blush ran across Tamia's face as she thought about the past, although her brain soon found itself occupied with what to do. That type of dance probably wasn't what Eirwen was looking for ... did she swing that way ... maybe it was? For now though, Tamia opted to play it safe.

Standing up, the servant observed the small area cleared for their campground. Aside from a few small stones lying on the ground, the area was clear from most obstacles. Finding a favorable position, the performer offered a submissive curtsy towards Miss Soyala before closing her eyes for a few seconds in mental preparation.

She started with three backwards somersaults, small hands catching stones as she landed and tossing them into the air as she rotated over. As she recovered her feet from the third flip, she caught the first pair and tossed them once more into the air, and soon she was juggling these six stones.

Her feet started dancing independently of the work in her hands, gliding across the ground to the tempo of the stones. The servant circled the small clearing with her movements before returning to her starting location, where she focused on the rocks for a few seconds.

Tamia juggled them in such a way as to form a large loop, left hand passing the rock into the right one before being launched into the air. After a few seconds, the cat girl jumped through the loop she had formed, turning around in the process so as to face away from her mistress. Frontflip, backflip, using her tail to prevent them from landing on the ground where timing would not allow her hands to catch them ...

After a few minutes her lungs started to burn, the continuous motion gradually draining Tamia's endurance. The slave hadn't been allowed to eat yet, and she could feel it. The cat girl contemplated waiting until her mistress instructed her to stop, but injuries from dancing were common and she decided that in the long term Miss Eirwen would be more upset that she allowed harm to come to her property.

The dance was finished with a final backflip and the catching of three stones in each hand, the performer offering a bow to her audience. The slave's skin was flushed from the exertion, her stomach requested both food and water, her brow dripped with sweat, her lungs worked in overtime as air rushed in and out of her mouth, and she was nervous about the opinion of her owner. Despite those minor discomforts however, a smile ran across Tamia's face. While generally she despised hard labor, the slave was perfectly content to provide this sort service to others.
Will post in a few hours :D

Edit: tomorrow morning. My hand got bashed and typing is painful. I'll deal with it in the morning.
Wanna see how she responds to that last comment. XD
Canatrix realized that her title would probably be debated for some time and there were more important things to fight for at the moment. Perhaps it was simply too complicated for the proud beast to understand.

As the beast countinued though, her mistress laughed. "Ask you? Did you not call us food the moment you viewed your new visage?" To the sorceress asking a dragon for aid was like a rabit hopping into the den of a wolf to have a philosophical debate.

The sorceress contemplated showing the dragon the other various equipment in the 'familiar bag', but decided after a few seconds to keep them as surprises. Instead, the bag rest in her lap. "Do not complain of being bound to me, beast. I like to think of myself as a kind mistress who is not too quick to discipline her familiars. If you are obedient I will permit you to enter your dragon form at times." A hand ran over the bag though as she started to consider using the tools within and a slightly sadistic smile crossed her face.

In reality though, she preferred to settle things through discussion. Looking at the frustrated dragon though, she couldn't resist the urge to tease such a powerful beast. "Besides, that collar looks cute on a pet like you. This suits you."
The sorceress listened as the dragon replied. At first the beast seemed to remain angry, arguing that her victory had been unjust and that it would never submit to one such as herself.

Were familiars supposed to this ... rebellious? Didn't the contract make them naturally more obedient? This opened up two possibilities: the first being that the contract was much less effective on the dragon, the second being that this was the dragon's loyalty AFTER becoming more obedient. Neither of those thoughts inspired confidence in the young mage.

There was a sudden change of appearance, the dragon appeared to calm down. If the beast was capable of feeling sadness, then this is what it would look like. As promised though, Canatrix decided to answer the question.

"If you choose to address me as human because that is what I am, then you should also address me as mistress because that is my position to you." The sorceress threw that reminder in there largely to give herself time to think about a response.

"I'm assuming you know about the demonic invasions from the north. One human kingdom was already overrun and three remain. In about three months the demons are expected to launch their next assault. If they stand together, the kingdoms could easily drive the demonic menace back to where they came." The sorceress's tone suddenly changed from matter-of-fact to something resembling irritation. "I tried going around to each of the courts to convince them to work together. Each one kicked me out or ignored me, knowing why I was there and choosing instead to prey on eachother in these dark times. I figured having a dragon as my familiar would give my words a bit more weight and would allow me to more easily ... convince them to hear me out."

Apparently more was required than being a powerful sorceress to convince others to work together for their own good.
@Ogobrogo Then you can go and I'll follow.
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