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The magierprinz raised an eyebrow at the hellhounds comment on not discussing a ladies age. "To be fair, I don't think fine ladies set fire to taverns or eat nearly in the quantity that you do." Sixty though? That seemed significantly older than what the woman seemed like ... did she age at a third of the speed, or was she simply capped out at a certain limit? The Prince contemplated his options as he finished his meal. "So, I don't know if I have classes today. We should probably figure that out."

As the kitty finished giving off her warning, her mistress felt the need to suddenly tackle her to the ground. It was uncomfortable, and seemingly unnecessary until the mast collapsed from a gigantic snowball. The girl's eyes widened.

Her mistress was in danger. That was simply unacceptable.

Despite her owner's warning the neko regained her feet. Scooping up a snowball into each hand and attempting to dodge their enemies with her catlike agility as she charged towards them, she flung one towards each of their faces. "Do NOT attack my mistress!" It seemed that the catgirl was loyally going to protect her mage despite the chaos that was occurring, and that she had every intent to bring these fools before her to their knees. The glory for house Foghlu ... and the pettings from her mistress ... would be worth the sacrifice.

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The magierprinz nodded when the hellhound seemed to dismiss the conversation. It wasn't exactly a surprising thing, but the mage did have hopes for further academic pursuits in the future. "So how old are you, exactly? You make it sound like as if you have lived far longer than you appear to have." The hellhound's wording made the creature seem far more advanced in years than she let on, and the prince wanted to know if there was a secret he was missing out on.

As her mistress left the area, the kitten set about making a fast meal in the oven while she fixed herself up for the day, dressing in a thick black dress and adding thick thigh-highs, a scarf, and a coat for added insulation. The black haired girl had to search some time for the things, but she let out a satisfied sigh as she managed to find the various pieces.

Soon she had quickly finished a meal of warm biscuits that practically melted in the mouth, and a little beef to go along side it, and just a tiny bit of fish on the side. Fish was perfect for every meal in the kitten's humble opinion. And her mistress seemed to enjoy constantly getting it for her.

After finishing in the kitchen with some hot chocolate, the girl threw the various things into small magical containers and then put those into a larger satchel before heading out the door (and taking a small shovel as she left, just in case). After a quick conversation with Tiaza, the pair of familiars set out together into the town. The tigress was simply seemed to be bored and glad for the company.

It didn't take long for the kitten to find her mistress, battling with a few other students who were cowering behind a wall, screaming various things in French pirate speak, and standing at the top of an icy crows nest. Maoin started casually heading onto the ship silently, but paused when she saw the tigress staring for a few moments.

"Is ..." The taller girl seemed to be wondering if this was a normal occurrence.

"After you've been with my mistress for a year, nothing surprises you anymore." The teenager spoke matter of factly, answering the other familiar's question.

A second later the black cat started to climb into the crow's nest with ease, joining her owner in the small space. "Mistress, how is the battle treating you?" The cat was soon intelligently was taking cover from their enemies, trying to avoid a snowball to the face. The large ears twitched as pink hair mentioned something. "Also, I heard them planning something about a 'biggest snowball'. Just thought you should know, mistress." The kitten had a calm expression on her face and spoke with a fairly flat tone, as if this was something she had been expected and had mentally prepared for.

Tiaza had backed up, watching the battle with no small degree of amusement from the sidelines.

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As Eith spoke with her mouth full, the magierprinz had to raise his sleeve to try and hide his laughter behind. Although, these exceptions made the magierprinz a little curious. "So, what are these exceptions?" The man's quest for knowledge wouldn't be ending anytime soon, and if the hellhound was willing to surrender information herself the prince wasn't going to argue about that with her. "And by devil women do you mean succubi? Or something else?"

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Swen finished his meal far before the puppy did, knowing that he would normally be surprised if this wasn't the devourer's normal behavior when it came to food - he was rich enough to afford the hellhounds hunger, but that was only because the two of them ate fairly cheap.

"So where does all the food go? Your stomach can't be that large?" Did hellhounds have sort of extradimensional entrance in their stomachs so they would always have enough to eat? Either way, it was a way for him to start a small conversation.

The Phoenix listened to Livia's words carefully, giving the older woman a curious look as she kneeled down and patted her hair for a few moments. It wasn't a bad feeling per se - it seemed that it was intended to be a little comforting. The crimson haired girl resisted the natural inclination to recoil until the tall woman decided she was finished, and started heading out the door.

The crimson haired girl followed obediently, her soft steps falling a little behind and just to the right of the headmistress. Her mind mulled over Livia's words - still seeming confused about the concepts Livia was trying to teach. Was this one of those things she would have to find out on her own?

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The pair of Eith and Swen soon arrived at a tavern the pair of them digging deeply into the food they found. For now, the two of them were unaware of the snowball fight that would soon be taking place around the establishment they were resting in ...

The phoenix looked down for a moment, deeply in thought. She wasn't paying too much attention to the interplay between Livia and the doll, knowing that they would work on whatever problems came up.

Was there something she enjoyed, more than just waking up every morning not being beaten? Truthfully, waking up with a nice warm and comforting arm around you was one of the things Fia found safe and ... consistent. The girl finally answered in her usual soft tone. "... sleeping ... with you ...?" The crimson haired girl seemed genuinely to hope that answer was acceptable for the older woman, not seeking to displease her.

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Soon the Magierprinz and the hellhound were off to a place to eat, and a brief glance back towards the demonic girl reminded the Prince of the fight they had where she was constantly stuffed in water. Steam was literally rising off her skin, and for a moment the man resisted the urge to laugh. It was a little funny to see Eith just walking forward casually, steam trailing in soft wisps behind her.

"Eith, do you enjoy the snow? It'd probably cool you down nicely if we remained out here for a few hours!" Of course, it was probably a good thing for the girl's body temperature to be so high, but it would be fun to hear her response.

Maoin watched her owner ... beg? The childish voice and posture her mistress gave off were rather adorable, and reminded the kitten of how she asked for things sometimes. Still, the posture could use just a little bit of work. The cat considered saying no, but the constant slight bouncing of energy the older woman was giving off convinced the neko.

The kitten sighed, ears lowering slightly as if this had been a hard decision on her. Truthfully, Maoin knew she had zero power in their relationship and her owner would do what she damn pleased. "I suppose classes would be cancelled or at least delayed today anyways ..." The kitten put a hand against her chin, rubbing it as if deep in thought. After a few seconds of posturing, the black haired girl approached and started tugging various parts of her owner's winter clothing and brushing her hair, adjusting everything just slightly for her satisfaction. "... why don't you go out and have some fun, mistress? I'll make something warm for us to eat then I'll join you, alright?"

Truthfully, the kitten would appreciate it if she could get her mistress to remain inside long enough to keep her company and finish the meal before going out and burning all her energy, but attempting to delay her frustrating lady would prove to be an impossible task.

Fia thought deeply for a few moments, trying to understand exactly what the headmistress was trying to say. After a while, the crimson haired girl seemed to find something that she enjoyed, and nodded just a bit. However, she still seemed uncertain, and gave off a somewhat nervous tone as she tried to make sure she was doing this right. "... fun ... not being ... beaten daily ...?" The girl did enjoy not being tortured on a daily basis, although the freedom and the mannerisms of the outside world sometimes were scary.

As her mind drifted back to her daily life in the tower, the girl shuddered slightly and Livia would probably feel a slight feeling of despair and panic run through the girl as she thought about the past. Fia was still breaking down on a regular basis, although none had been as bad as the one with Lyssa.

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The magierprinz nodded at Eith's first question. "That is correct: this is far outside of normal occurrence." Of course, the moment the hellhound mentioned food all hope was lost of having any sort of meaningful conversation. "Just give me a minute and we'll be off."

Soon enough, the Prince had thrown on some elegant black robes and Swen gave the puppy a quick pat on the head to indicate he was ready. Without waiting for a response, the man walked out the door towards the tavern Luna and him had met at previously. As soon as Eith left his house, he would lock it magically behind her.

The kitten started waking up as she felt her arm being pried off something warm, and in her half sleepy state the girl wasn't exactly sure what was happening. Maoin was just about to fall back to sleep when she heard her mistress shriek which woke up the loyal follower in a second.

"What? Mistress!?" In record time for her owner, the woman had shouted something about snow and was already preparing herself to leave. After blinking once or twice, the familiar hopped off the bed and between her owner and the door. Her ladies excitement towards snow wasn't surprising - after being together for a year, Maoin had only been waiting for her owner to lose her final connection to reality. "Mistress. You haven't eaten breakfast, and your hair looks less than proper. Are you trying to leave in this condition?" Some time of peace had passed, but the black haired girl was still a traditionalist.

And today, her mistress would probably prove very frustrating. The neko's foot tapped on the floor, crossing her arms and tail swishing low behind her. "... I SERIOUSLY doubt that you are this excited about heading to classes, my most gracious owner."

Fia listened to Livia's words intently, and after thinking about it for the moment the crimson haired girl's head tilted in mild confusion. She was a little nervous, but the headmistress had told her to be honest and ask questions if she wanted to learn things.

"... what is ...'play'...'fun'...?" In her readings the girl had come across the word a few times, although they still seemed to confuse her. Lyssa had tried to offer some sort of demonstration, and it seemed to involve playing cards. But as the crimson haired girl looked outside, she didn't see any at all.

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The Magierprinz had been keeping a careful eye on the puppy for most of the weekend, although the girl seemed to be well behaved as long as she was fed well enough. The large grey house his family had purchased for him while he was educated here served well enough as his base of operations, although they had denied to send him any servants to help take care of the damn place.

For now, Swen wiped his tired eyes his eyes as he rose from his bed, searching the house in his normal morning fashion to see how the hound was doing. After a minute, the scholar found the beast in it's normal resting place, seeming to be still resting. With a yawn, he made a statement he was used to. "If you want breakfast ... be ready to ..." The man wondered if he needed to say anything else, but the thought of food was probably enough for her to bounce at the opportunity and wake up.

As he looked outside though, his eyes widened. What was SNOW doing outside. It wasn't normal for snow to be falling in Germany at this time of the year, and the man was fairly certain that France was supposed to be warmer. "... What ...?"

The teacher had found herself examining the vial of phoenix tears almost obsessively for the past two weeks, running various tests on individual results and observing the effects of it on various applications against wounds. Aetheria had filled twenty three pages with notes, and flipped it to the twenty forth as she observed the result of a drop on a piece of long dead flesh. For a moment, the deathly white skin seemed to become tan for a few seconds before it returned to it's natural state.

Just a bit longer and a little more patience, and she would hopefully discover how exactly the damn thing worked.

Maoin had eventually fallen asleep while holding her mistress, and had moved sometime during the middle of the night to get closer, as if she was huddling for warmth ...

"Hey, Maoin, I like getting a nice feel of your chest and all, but uh, it's morning and you should probably wake up."

The kitten however didn't seem to really hear her owner's suggestion, responding as if she was still half asleep. The black haired girl shook her head, twitching one of her ears against her mistress' nose as she did so.. "... must ... keep ... mistress ... warm ..."

Even as she was asleep, the girl still expressed her loyal and eternal concern for her owner, tightening her grip around the older woman and wrapping her tail around one of the blonde's legs and pulling it closer. It would apparently take a bit more to wake the cat up than a simple suggestion.

The crimson haired girl was doing her continuous mix of paperwork and studying behind the couch she always occupied when she followed Livia around the office. At least the headmistress was following through with her end of the bargain of providing sufficient paperwork, the phoenix thought as she sorted through yet another stack. Truthfully, the work was growing a bit frustrating, although she didn't dare bring that up to Livia. She didn't want to know if there was a dark side to the mage's generosity.

Fia had been listening to the conversation as she sat in the room, the general theme of the morning's conversations involving a combination of snow and how to deal with said snow. Around the time the girl had sorted the final stack of papers in alphabetical order, Livia mentioned her name again.

"Hmph, of course I will. It's just annoying. I have very little time these days, between Fia, running this academy and...other things. It is quite...tiring."

The crimson haired girl stood up, nervously approaching the desk (and it's evil chairs), lowering the now organized stack of papers onto the headmistress' desk before taking a few steps back for distance. As she stood within sight of the window, her amber eyes overlooked the white sown world outside, and she titled her head curiously before shaking it. It was snow, that much was obvious ... but why were some of the students joyously pelting each other with it? It seemed strange. Unconsciously her eyes had returned to the strange substance as she thought about it, before the girl returned to her senses and looked nervously at the headmistress.

It took a moment for the girl to form her words, putting her fingers together as she looked towards the headmistress, wondering what was next for the day. Studying? Paperwork? Lessons?

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~Gwynn, Maoin~

Week 2, day Seven

    Saturday morning her owner had woken up early, preparing to go somewhere.  When Maoin asked her mistress where she was going and if she’d need help, the woman informed her familiar that she was to stay home, not follow, and to do whatever she wanted during the weekends.  The kitten was curious of course, but any line of questioning was quickly shut down and the black haired girl found herself waiting at home alone for the most part.

    After a few hours went by, the cat looked around the room to see if there was anything worth cleaning, but decided that everything was already sterile enough even with her standards.  She did a few things as she waited, including baking a cake for her mistress, sewing some clothes for her owner, and other small tasks that would make the mage’s life easier in other small ways.

    By evening though, the girl had run out of even the most mundane and insignificant things she could do, and settled herself down and simply waited.  Previously her owner had left for some time, but the girl was starting to feel very lonely as she curled up in her crate and closed her eyes, waiting.

    Eventually the cadence of her owner’s footsteps was heard outside, and looking outside it was around ten at night.  The black haired girl enthusiastically greeted her owner with a curtsy, offered various services, dinner, and other things but she was quickly shot down and ignored as her mistress simply plopped down on the bed after a few quick bites of food and fell asleep.

    The next day was the same business, with her mistress leaving at an incredibly early hour to go off to god knows where.  The kitten laid around for a few hours, the feelings of depression filling her.  The black haired girl wondered if her mistress was simply trying to abandon her or something like that … but after a short period of time she simply shook her head.  No, her owner had decided that she was worth something.  Maoin told herself it was simply loneliness.

    After much convincing herself, second guessing, and gathering courage the kitten dressed herself in the red dress her mistress had picked out and two matching red ribbons to go in her hair and near the end of her tail respectively.  Then she headed out to a local tavern that was specifically meant for familiars - no humans allowed.  That way there was no chance she’d end up misrepresenting her owner in the eyes of her fellow mages.

    The kitten didn’t really drink that much, and aside from ordering a small dinner at a table and watching the evening's activities didn’t engage that much with others.  Dancing, wrestling, mock duels and other things that the more rowdy portions of the population tended to be interested in.  Eventually though, she was pulled onto the dance floor by a taller tiger-girl with white hair for a few hours, and since they were both caught in a similar situation and their owners living in a same apartment complex headed back together and agreed to wait there together.

    When Gwynn walked in, she would probably notice a few things.  The door wasn’t already opening itself for her, that the kitchen was one degree more messy than clean, and that there was a tigress playfully licking a speck of food off Maoin’s cheek, tails wrapped together.  The black haired girl realized her owner had returned home when she looked away from the teasing familiar, and as her eyes rested on her owner Maoin blinked a few times before approaching nervously and giving a deep curtsey.

”... Um … hi mistress … w-would you like something to eat?”  This wasn’t a situation that had happened before, and the girl wasn’t sure how to handle it.  The longer she stood there, the more the blush would spread across her face.  The guest for her part seemed to be observing the situation, ears perked up on her head.

Gwynn, was exhausted. Aside from her various fuck ups, Cynthia made sure to barely even give her a half an hour of rest. She had to clean the entire house again. Seriously, who the fuck cleaned that much?! Aside from Maoin, she didn't know anyone. Really, the place looked fine to her. Not to mention cooking, which, anything she cooked was promptly tossed out by Cynthia which was regarded as 'unfit for consumption by anything'. Like, jeez! She knew she was bad, but it couldn't have been that bad! At least the brat, Fia didn't order her around, but urgh.

So, imagine her surprise when she walked home, and not only did Maoin not greet her in her usual fashion...she was with...another person. The blond looked from Maoin, to the Tiger, and then back to Maoin.

"Oh...sorry, I must have the wrong dorm. You two have fun!" She turned on her heel, and started walking back out the door.

The kitten ran after her mistress, grabbing her hand in an attempt to keep her in the room.  The black haired girl’s blush spread as the implication of what her owner said got to her, but she tried to ignore it.  ”... Mistress!?  T-this is your dorm.  We were just talking!  You look tired, so please don’t go back out.  Let me run a bath for you, or make you dinner, or ...”  Despite the friendly company, the girl had missed her owner and the bond between them.

The tigress for her part raised an eyebrow as her companion jumped at the other woman and approached the pair.  ”Maoin, this is your esteemed owner?  I am Tiaza, can I assume you are Lady Gwynn?  Can I ask why you are turning tail from your own den?”  For her part, the predator was wondering why the blonde was fleeing her own territory, as the two of them had really just been talking.  For the formalities of her speech though, there was a teasing tone although it was probably directed at the neko.

"Hey, I'm fine! I was just stopping by for some drinking money, heh." Gwynn replied to Maoin and Tiaza, turning around. She placed a hand on the kittens shoulder, giving her a grin and wink. "You, need to go have fun with your new friend there." She released the kitten, chuckling lightly to herself, seemingly intent on heading out of the room. "So, you two have fun! Don't mind me...just uh, if you use the bed, clean it."

Maoin’s blush would have spread more if it was possible.  The kitten resisted for only a second before releasing her owner obediently, ears falling low and tail going between her legs.  Sure she’d have some company but … it just wasn’t the same.  She’d avoid admitting it, but she missed the ever irritating, frustrating, and somehow inspiring presence that was her owner.

The white tigress noticed her friends reaction to the situation, and quickly pounced twice across the floor until she was standing a few inches in front of Gwynn.  A finger poked the blonde’s nose, who would probably realize at this point the tiger was taller than her.  [b]”Your familiar is so innocent I’d be surprised if she knew how to have fun.  But based on what I’ve picked up, she’s certainly not against playing with you.”[/color]  Tiaza leaned forward, giving the noblewoman a lick on the cheek and a wink.  Maoin just buried her face in her hands, hiding herself from the world.  The tigress seemed to contemplate the taste of the golden haired girl for a second before nodding and dropping an innuendo.  [b]”I’ve gotta say Maoin, I can see why you enjoy running your tongue over her ...”[/color]

What was even happening? For a few seconds, Gwynn simply stood there, mouth agape trying to process the tiger's actions. A: she was pretty sure this tiger was 100% someone she'd like to get to know in a very friendly manner. B: She had just licked her. C: She was pretty sure she had also just hit on her. A small smirk crept over Gwynn's face, unable to contain obvious amusement at the situation, despite face being somewhat red from the rather aggressive attention from Tiaza.

"Innocent? Maoin?" Gwynn replied with a light chuckle. "Please, she just puts on that cute act in front of others." The implications of that would probably make Maoin die of embarrassment, but it'd be funny to see her reaction regardless. "So...Tiaza, planning on staying?"

”Mi-”  The black haired girl tried to speak, but failed.  After a few more attempts, the flushed girl picked up the nearest object.  A spatula.  She put it in the sink, and started to clean it obsessively, scrubbing it with the full strength of her body, ears down, tail wagging, and face flushed deeply.

Tazia looked over at the black haired girl, smiled, then returned her eyes to the woman in front of her.  She seemed to be ready to say something, paused as her ears perked up, then pressed her body against Gwynn’s and wrapped the woman in a tight embrace, capturing her.  At this point, the noblewoman would probably realize the tigress wasn’t just tall, but also very strong.  [b]”A huntress chooses the prey, not the opposite.”[/color]  A lick found itself on the back of Gwynn’s neck, before the tigress pulled away with a teasing smile.  [b]”Besides, a far tastier treat awaits me at home!”[/color]

The white tiger walked up to Maoin normally, gave her a platonic hug, told the cat-girl to come by when she wanted, and started to make her way out the door.

Well, if there was one thing Gwynn liked, it was being this close to another person. And she had to admit,  Tiaza was certainly strong and...could probably go a few rounds, heh. That said, Gwynn wasn't about to let her leave so easily after teasing her so thoroughly. That, was just an insult to her ego and she wasn't going to have any of it.

"And just where do you think you're going?" Gwynn said, standing in front of the door, a small smirk forming on her lips. "You're right, a Huntress does chose her prey...just like a pirate likes going after a chest full of treasure. And heh, being a bit of a sea loving sailor that I am...I can't just let a gem like you just waltz out of here."

Gwynn was confident in her own physical strength though, and she was quite...intent on at least getting to know Tiaza a bit better, and unless Tiaza thought she could physically move Gwynn from in front of the door, Gwynn wasn't budging so easily.

The white eared girl gave off a brief smile, flexed her arms, and then pounced onto the blonde woman, knocking the pair of them out of the room and into a ball on the floor of the hallway.  The tigress gave Gwynn a lick on the cheek, a slight growl, and then bounced off to a room three doors down on the left before entering a door and slamming it behind herself.

The kitten for her part looked towards her mistress lying in the hallway, put down the items she was cleaning, and approached her owner with an extended hand.  ”... are you alright, mistress …?”  It certainly was interesting to see another side of both Gwynn and Tiaza, although it was largely at her expense.

"I think," Gwynn rolled over, looking down the hallway where Tiaza disappeared into. She rested her head on the palm of one of her hands, and resting her elbow on the ground. "I might go meet this 'more delicious treat' she was talking about later." She had half a mind to run after the tiger after that obvious display of affection but she didn't want to appear to forceful. Instead she simply tapped the fingers of her other hand against the ground, humming lightly.

What to do, then? She was definitely gonna pay her a visit later, heh...for now though, she looked up at Maoin, rolling back over and taking the hand she was offered and helped her to stand up.

"I'm fine." Gwynn replied with a light chuckle. "Tomorrow, I'm gonna go say hi to our new neighbor." She walked back into the room, yawning and stretching. She forgot just how tired she was...eh, maybe a bath sounded good. "I'ma take a bath and go to bed. Urgh, I'm tired..."

The kitten grunted slightly as she helped her mistress up, nodding.  If her owner paid attention, she’d probably notice a brief frown before Maoin smiled again.  The black haired girl contemplated teasing the older woman about enjoying herself at St. Sappho, but remained silent on the issue.  ”Of course mistress! If there’s anything else I can do for, please just ask.  There’s a cake in the cooling box that I made for you, if you’d like to eat something while you wait.”  

The kitten’s tail went over the front of her owner’s legs as she turned around, not really in an intentional manner but rather by accident.  Maoin was hoping to get at least a little attention that night of any sort, even being bossed around a bit.  But her owner was tired, and the kitten found herself cuddling against her recently cleaned and sleeping mistress thirty minutes later as she frowned slightly, wondering what was going on.

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Week 2, Day Four

Swen, Luna, Sorcha, Eith

"Sorry, I needed to drop my armor off somewhere first."  Luna said, walking around without her signature chest-piece on.  She felt weird, walking around defenceless like this.  The academy was a safe place, but it didn't feel right anyhow.  "Regardless, the place isn't too far anyway."  Luna said as she walked a short distance to a tavern not too far away.  It was cheap, but the food was great as long as one isn't expecting anything fancy.  She should be able to feed the dragon like this.  Before going in she said one last thing to Sorcha, "Promise me you'll at least chew your food."  It was obviously a joke, but Luna couldn't help but make it sound a bit more serious than one.

"What do you take me for, an uncultured barbarian?" Sorcha clicked her tongue at the comment, giving Luna a smirk. "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you, my Knight~" Chew her food? She wasn't exactly capable of just swallowing things whole in this human form. Now, as a dragon? Chewing was just a waste of time. She wasn't going to disgrace herself by just inhaling her food....probably. She would at least restrain herself. She wished Luna kept her armor though, she looked good in it. She was still wearing hers...though, mostly because she had very little else to wear, and wouldn't be wearing anything else if she could help it.

Stepping into the tavern...it looked rather cheap. Well, that was fine. She wasn't exactly looking for quality dining today. She just wanted food, so this was definitely acceptable. The dragon followed Luna, powerful tail swishing back and forth idly, obviously quite happy at the prospect of finally getting some food in her.

Luna took a look at the dragon's tail.  She didn't really know if it function like a cat's or a dog's.  One meant she was happy, the other meant she wasn't so. Even so, she didn't seem upset by her face, so that was a good sign.  "I'll assume that we'll need one of the bigger tables." She said before tapping a waitress on the shoulder and inquiring about one.  She led the two to a larger one in the back.  "Thank you." Luna told the waitress as she left to get something to drink for them.  The Knightess then pulled out a chair for Sorcha, "My lady."  

Sorcha at least, was happy with Luna's behavoir. She gave the Knight a grateful smile, graciously taking the seat she had been offered, adjusting her wings to drape over the back of it, with her tail falling to the floor out the side. The table was appropriately large enough for the both of them, and at least several plates of food. In all, this was turning out to be a great idea. Now, if only it could keep being that way...and nothing acted up.

"Well someone certainly knows their manners." She said happily, crossing her legs and giving Luna a soft smile as the knight took a seat. "I really do apologize for asking for food right after we arrived. I realize you're probably tired and still recovering, but I haven't eaten well in quite awhile." She said to Luna, seeming for the first time since their meeting at least somewhat serious and not as playful as she had before.

"Of course, Sorcha.  Who would I be without manners?"  Luna happily said as she took her seat.  "And worry not, I'm hungry myself.  My wounds also seem less serious than I thought."  Well, they weren't as bad as when she finished her fight.  Throughout the day Luna had been applying a small bit of healing to herself to make it a bit better. As of now, she could probably wait a bit more.  Food awaited them after all!  "I'm going to get myself some mead and bread, any idea what you want to start with?"

"Hmph, not implying my strikes were weak, I hope." Sorcha teased, though obviously not too concerned with it. Instead, she seemed to take great interest in the mead Luna had mentioned. "Oooh, mead?" She brightly replied. "I do enjoy a good strong drink. Though, I doubt any of these here could compare to a good, strong, mead made in Asgard." The dragon mused happily. Thinking of Asgard...she hadn't been there in awhile. Not since the...incident. Hm. Perhaps she should visit sometime. Ah well, no matter.

"Mead and meat, then!" Her tail beat the ground in a forceful manner, before giving Luna a smirk. "Luna, do you drink often?"

"I wouldn't say I do it too often. . .  I don't try to push myself when I do.  There aren't many people to help keep me on my feet after too much out here."  Luna said as she searched for a waitress for the first part of their order. . . This was going to be a long night wasn't it?  "I'll assume dragons drink a lot then? Or is it just you?"

"Saying I have an alcohol problem?" Sorcha teased once again. "Dragons have a high tolerance for a lot of things, including alcohol. It usually takes quite a bit of it for us to get even a little drunk." She leaned forward, giving Luna a smirk. "So if I were to challenge you to a drinking contest...you'd probably lose." It was rather obvious that was a challenge from the dragon.

Luna couldn't help but chuckle at Sorcha, "Is that a baited trap?"  Dragons were indeed tough.  Considering Sorcha was really weak and Luna still almost died when they fought, well, Luna couldn't imagine how it was when she was a bit stronger than that.  She might have taken the bait another day, but for now, "Thanks to someone I'm still hurting a bit.  Another day we will."  The Knightess couldn't help but giggle a little bit after saying that.

"Tsk, drinking with your kinsmen after a hard fought battle is the best way to unwind." The dragon sighed, seemingly a bit displeased but she didn't press the issue. "But very well, suit yourself. I shall drink enough for the both of us!~"

Swen had been looking for a place to take his newest ... puppy.  After searching around for a while, the magierprinz had managed to find a cheap but decent tavern where Eith could eat and not bankrupt the entire Zaberbuch family.  Strangely enough, Luna was already there with a ... strange familiar with ... interesting and ineffective armor.  "... Uh ... hi Luna ..."

A voice she hadn't heard in a while sounded to Luna's side.  She turned and there was a certain prince, "Oh, hello Swen.  Did you want to join us?  If you do, don't mention if you drink to this girl here or she'll challenge you." She felt the warning was necessary, sneaking a smile over to Sorcha before turning back to Swen and noticing the girl with dog ears behind him. She was a bit intimidating, but so was Sorcha.  "But where are my manners, Swen, this is my familiar. I call her Sorcha, but I'm sure she'll tell you what she prefers to be called."  She understood the dragon was quite proud if nothing else.

Eith meanwhile, followed behind Swen and listened to Luna introduce her familiar right before moving forward to sniff at the two a little closely.  They smelled . . . Different?  She wasn't too sure.  Perhaps it was the place and all the cooking going on. Regardless, the one with horns was a bit on the scary side.  She kept her eyes on the horned-one but didn't say much.

Sorcha looked over to this newcomer. A friend of Luna's? Well, a friend of Luna's was a friend of hers. That said, Luna was the only one allowed to simply call her 'Sorcha'. That level of familiarity was reserved for only a few special people, and Swen was not one of them. Sorcha sat straight up in her chair, giving Swen an obviously critical look. In only a few moments, her entire demeanor changed from one of casualness to something more commanding and regal, ignoring the jab Luna had made about her drinking habits.

"Greetings, Human." She began. "You stand before Sorcha Ó Maoilriain, Radiant King of the Heavens and familiar of Lunalel Lightsword. As a friend of Luna, you may call me Lady Sorcha, if thou wish." She bowed her head lightly, indicating at least some respect towards Swen before continuing. "What is your name, then?" Sorcha took a quick note of the other one, but for the most part didn't acknowledge her presence yet.

Luckily for the Prince, he could deal with formality.  Responding to the formal introduction with an introduction in turn, the man gave a slight bow.  "Lady Sorcha, my full title is Magierprinz Swen Runvall de Zaburbuch the first, but as a friend of Luna's I can accept being called Swen Runvall de Zaburbuch.  This here is Eith le Jackalles de Grecia, but she prefers to refered to by puppy."  Unlike most people who encountered dragons, the man seemed unfazed by the familiar.  His gaze returned to Luna as he joined their table, indicating for Eith to take a seat.

Almost visably a vein popped up on Eith's brow as Swen said she prefered to be called "puppy".  So this one didn't understand his place it seemed.  "My name is just Eith.  And this thing here is merely called Meal-Ticket, for that is what his existance is to me."  It irked her more than it should, for a being such as he.  She took a seat on the opposite side of the table.

Luna looked between Eith and Swen.  "Meal-Ticket?"  She wanted to laugh at it, she really did, but it felt very wrong.  She had to wonder to herself, Just what did you get yourself into Swen?   

Swen simply looked back at Luna, thinking the same thing.

"It is a pleasure, Swen Runvall de Zaburbuch." Sorcha replied. Well, if that was his title and what he wished to be called, then it was not her place to question it. It was quite the title, though...did that mean he was a noble of some sort? Sorcha admittedly, wasn't finding herself to be incredibly fond of Sir Swen at the moment. She then turned her head to the other, giving her the same bow. "Likewise, Eith."

Meal-ticket, though? It seemed they had a rather fun relationship. She turned her head to Luna, that regal and commanding presence disappearing almost instantly.

"Hmm...Luna, is the food going to be getting here soon? I am starving~"

"You tried goading me into a drinking contest before we could order." Luna said calmly before catching a waitress and giving her the order for those two.  Before the waitress could leave, Eith spoke up.

"Meat.  Lots of meat.  Meal-Ticket is paying for my food."  The Shellagh said pointing to Swen rather excitedly.  She understood this money thing now. Well, enough. Enough to know that Swen had enough for her to eat a lot for the rest of his life.  "Did you want to order anything for yourself, Meal-Ticket?"

The magierprinz looked over to Eith, smiling slightly at her excitement.  In a way, it was a little cute to see her animalistic features follow her human ones.  Probably one of the reasons why Gwynn seemed to like Maoin.  "I will be having something small, puppy.  I'm not too hungry.  As promised, I will order food.  If it isn't enough, I'll order more.  The man was honorable and would follow through with his word, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

Eventually Eith would need something aside from food though, and it would be interesting to see how she found said funds.  He hadn't promised anything outside of food.

The man calling her puppy again, irked her yet again.  "And Meal-Ticket said he wants lots of meat as well. And pay for the drinks of these ladies."  Eith told the waitress before rushing her off with the order for the table.

Swen quickly called the waitress back, canceling the additions to the order.  "I am sorry, but if the lady there,"  The magierprinz pointed to the wolf girl.  "Asks for anything else, she's paying for it.  Feed her as much meat as she wants, but anything else comes from her wallet."  The man sat down next to the girl.  "Sorry Puppy, but paying for them wasn't part of our agreement.  But if they asked I would probably pay gladly for them."

"My...how rude, Swen Runvall de Zaburbuch." Sorcha commented, frowning slightly in displeasure at his actions. "Granted, Eith could have been a little more delicate about her course of action, but if you were someone of some standing like I Imagined you are, you could certainly pay for the drinks of three ladies."

She didn't care to add that she would probably spend quite a bit of money on alcohol alone. Honestly, Sorcha was liking this Swen less and less. It was clear that Eith wasn't particularly enjoying being called 'puppy' if her body language and behavoir was anything to go by...granted Eith wasn't any better in calling him 'Meal-ticket'. They were honestly behaving like children.

And Sorcha had half a mind to treat them as such.

The prince at this point bowed slightly to the dragon.  It was rather obvious the woman wanted a drink, and he would provide it.  "Lady Sorcha, I will order you and Lady Lunalel as many drinks as you want.  I simply felt it was my place to offer my wallet, and not hers.  Drink to your hearts content.  I admit I am curious about a dragon's constitution."  The prince would inform the waitress when she came by that the two girls across from him would have their drinks on him.  Eith however, was not included in that total.

Eith gave Swen a stare that could make the dead move, but looked away as if unconcerned, though she paid attention as the Horned-One spoke.  Luna, meanwhile, was sitting there scratching her head a bit.  This was definitely not as she intended when she brought Sorcha here, but, at least it was lively?  She wanted to say something, but she didn't want to spark anything else.  One thing she was sure of, was that the hound-girl and Swen didn't get along too well and were only together because Swen promised something.  

"Somehow I think paying for our drinks is a bad decision on your part, but if you are offering, I don't think I'll decline. It would be rude."  If he offered to pay for the food she'd have to decline for sure though, or else she wouldn't feel like she was keeping to the familiar contract.

"Whatever do you mean, Luna?" Sorcha laughed heartily, noticing how unsure Luna looked. "He's just being polite, and a good drink is exactly how one should unwind after a difficult trial, isn't it?" She said once again, repeating her earlier statement. "Reminds me of one time I went drinking with Thor in Asgard..." The dragon mused silently to herself, obviously quite happy with the turn of events. Of course, she was thinking about the time she had tricked him into paying for all of her ale just like she had done with Swen here.

It ended in a rather fun little brawl, but details, details.

"You have my thanks, Swen Runvall de Zaburbuch. I shall try not to drink your wallet completely empty~" And of course, drinks would be needed for everyone, so she would order two for herself every time. One for her, and one for Eith.

The Prince gave a slight bow towards the dragon.  "If you managed to drink my funds dry, I would be far more impressed than upset, Lady Sorcha."  After a few seconds, the man smiled.  He really did want to see this.  "So do not be thirsty on my account.  Please, enjoy yourself."  The man hadn't lied - the woman would have to have the constitution of a god, and it was well worth writing a letter home to explain the circumstances.  He'd say it was part of research.

Sorcha laughed heartily at Swen's words, obviously quite enthusiastic about being able to drink.

"I do hope you don't regret those words." She replied with a bright grin. "HURRY UP WITH THAT FOOD AND DRINK!" She slammed her tail on the ground, indicating mild impatience and perhaps a bit over excitement. Really, a tavern like this should never let their customers never have dry mugs and have enough ale to feed an army. At least Swen was a little bit more likable now, though not by much. One could buy drinks all they wanted too for someone, but still not be friendly. If he wasn't going to be drinking himself, she had no reason to like him any more than she already did.

"Hmm...Eith!" Sorcha looked over to the hound. "Since Luna does not plan on drinking, and Swen Runvall de Zaburbuch here is likely a lightweight...perhaps a drinking contest between the two of us?"

Drinking contest?  Eith wasn't ever sure what a large amount of alcohol would do to her.  It was easy to catch on fire, but it was also quick to disappear. . . If nothing else, she could try it and quit if it became bad for her.  "If you so desire, Horned-One." The Shellagh replied to Sorcha.  "It will be a test to see how my body reacts to a great amount."  She warned the dragon.  Not too much longer after Eith accepted the challenge, the table's first order arrived.  Eith's tail started wagging from side to side, excited for the large amount of meat on her plate.

Luna smiled to have her mead and bread.  She'd eat something else, but this was a good start. "Wonderful.  To the first of many orders." Luna said almost seriously. Drinking a bit of her alcohol.

The prince nodded.  He took a sip of his drink, and looking between the two of them ... well, Swen was confident that he could afford the dragon ... right?  But ... what about the hellhound as well.  The man ordered some wine as well.  "Lady Sorcha, I may be a lightwieght in comparison to you, but I still intend to enjoy myself as well."

After the dent in his wallet tonight, he'd probably need a little something to handle it.  The man took a long swig of his wine.  Cheap.  Not smooth.  And absolutely perfect for the occasion.

"Horned-One?" Sorcha laughed at Eith's nickname. "It has...been awhile since I have had someone call me a nickname so casually. Very well, I'll allow it." The last one to call her such...was...well. No need to dampen the mood with thoughts of the past. When the drinks finally arrived, Sorcha grabbed her mug and lifted it in the air.

"To new comrades and allies! May we all be victorious in our fights and live long!" The dragon brought the mug to her lips, chugging the entire mug in one long breath before slamming it onto the table. It wasn't as quality as the mead in Asgard, but it would do. She slammed her tail onto the ground.

"Another! And one for my new hound friend!" As she waited for the drink, Sorcha started devouring the food on her plate.

Eith had easily dug into her food and devoured a good amount of it, very quickly.  She payed hardly any mind to the alcohol all around the table, until Sorcha finished hers rapidly and slammed her tail into the ground.  Not wanting to drink all too much at once, Eith decided to tentatively drink what was in front of her.   It tasted. . . Bleh. . .  Still, it heated up her body a lot though it was much more temporary than food was.  Her entire body turned redder as an immediate response as she finished the entire container full.  

Luna watched in awe as the girl's skin glowed red a bit.  Before she came to this school, she'd see absolutely nothing like this. . . Or a real dragon.  It was definitely interesting.  "Are you hoping Eith can keep up with you Sorcha?" Luna asked.  

"Indeed, I am." Sorcha replied. "However unlikely that is." The dragon grinned enthusiastically, all formality she may have had seeming to have dissappeared quite quickly when she downed the first mug of ale. As the second mug was brought, she grabbed it, quickly downing it just like the first.

"Whew, not as strong as the ale I tasted in Asgard, but it is still good." Sorcha glanced over to Eith, noticing the hound was...well, looked like she was on fire. "You're almost as much of a lightweight as Lord Swen looks, Eith."

The Prince simply raised an eyebrow at the dragon started to down the ale, taking a few more sips of his wine.  The magierprinz was watching the brewing competition idly for the most part.  Soon enough, he had requested his second drink.  "After that trouble in the tavern, I expected more from you.  Don't let me outdrink you, I'm just a simple human."  Truthfully, if his wallet was going to be emptied anyways the man wanted to learn about the hellhounds tolerance as well.  As another drink arrived, the nobleman started working on his second drink.

As Eith's second drink arrived with the others, Eith downed it as quick as she could.  She glowed red slightly again before turning back to her meat, almost unimpressed the second time around.  She was definitely hotter to the touch than before, but not by too much.  "More meat." The hound demanded at a nearby waitress as she poked at her empty plate.  

Luna had emptied her own drink by half, not really in a rush to finish it.  She just enjoyed the taste of it at this point.  Plus, she didn't want to have to deal with a headache in addition to the, albeit small, residual pain she was dealing with. Plus, it'd be more fun to watch sober.  "Just don't overdo it Swen."  Luna said before taking a bite of her bread.   

"Well, at least she eats well!" Sorcha laughed seeing Eith order more food. "And don't worry, Luna! I'm sure Lord Swen isn't going to lose so easily." She smirked urging him on and, biting into a rather tasty chicken leg

The prince nodded towards both Luna and Sorcha.  The man knew the drink would hit later, but right now the man was still feeling alright.  Swen started on his third drink, trying to stay just barely ahead of Eith.  Unlike the hellhound, he still had a human constitution.  "I'm sure the lightsword house is reliable enough to get me home if worst comes to worse."  The man took in more of his third drink, and muttered something in german.

Eith didn't notice much when her third drink came.  She didn't really order one either, but the waitress must have just assumed.  Of course, with her drink came another pile of meat.  She dug into the meat as voraciously as one in a human body could.  The first round of food was merely an appitizer it seemed as she devoured a steak in a low amount of time.  Somewhere along the line something got stuck in her throat.  She grabbed the first drink she could to wash it down.  It was. . . Someone's alcohol. She wasn't too sure. It was probably hers though.  Regardless, she was glad that it got washed down.

Luna watched in awe as Eith went through her food as she did.  The woman didn't seem to have much care in other's image of her, though she painted a very bright picture so far.  "Oh my. . ."  She turned to Swen to reply after the . . . Impressive display.  "If need be, I can." Though to be honest, she'd rather prefer not to.

The Prince would have paid more attention to Luna's response if his drink hadn't just been grabbed.  He blinked twice, looking at her with a degree of frustration before poking the hellhound in the side and muttering something in german along the lines of 'are you alright' and 'that was mine!'  On the bright side, she was refered to by Mutt rather than puppy.  As the next drink for the nobleman arrived, he took a long swig of it.

Swen poking her in the side was rather annoying.  She looked at him after recovering and gave a slight belch in his direction.  Well, it seemed less like a belch and more like a small torrent of fire coming out of her mouth.  It was mostly unintentional. She just wanted to stare him down.  After the few seconds of this, she went back to wolfing down her food.

". . . "  Luna was just. . . Speechless.  This was quite different.  She's really never had to deal with this type of person. . . Well, for the most part.  She fake coughed lightly to get Eith's attention.  When she had it she told her, "Excuse me?"  The Knightess said questioningly, as if expect the Shellagh to say it.

"You didn't do anything wrong though?"  Eith replied, confused eliciting a sigh from Luna and a hand covering her face.

Sorcha simply laughed, she didn't entirely mind too much of Eith's blatant lack of manners at the moment. This had turned out to be quite the informal gathering so there wasn't really any need for a such formalities, were there? Perhaps that was just the drink talking, though. Either way the dragon looked over to the hound, grinning.

"Well, someone could be taught some manners." The dragon chided, reaching for another drink. That said, the dragon...was well, having the most fun she had in ages. Certainly she still didn't feel her best, but...well, it was fun. "Maybe you should give her to me for a bit! I know how to make misbehaving children behave." Sorcha dug into her food once again, as a fifth mug was brought to her.

The nobleman raised his hand after a second, nodding.  The fires had scared him a little, and the man was more than a little startled.  ”If you want her you can have her, Lady Sorcha.  She’s a meanie face.”  For some reason, the Magierprinz started giggling at this, finding the entire situation odd.

”Meal-Ticket, I believe you misunderstand something.  I am not your possession to give and take.  I am my own Shellagh.”  Eith said, sounding a little less primal and unemotional.  ”An Alpha at that.  One does not control an Alpha so easily as yelling out plans to a partner multiple times.”  The hound teased, before continuing to finish up her plate and downing whatever mug of alcohol she had before turning to a nearby waitress, ”More.”

"Whaaat?" Sorcha pouted a bit, feigning being hurt. "Don't want to be a dragons faithful little hound?" The dragon said, looking over at the mutt. Couldn't be controlled so easily? She certainly seemed to like her food, and if it was food...hehehe. Idea!~ The dragon grabbed a piece of meat off of her plate, seeing the hounds empty one and gave her a playful smile.

"Awww, come on, if you do I can feed you tons! Don't you want this tasty duck? It's nice, juicy, and tastes absolutely wonderful." The dragon said holding the meat over the table, moving it back and forth as she spoke.

Eith eyed it for a few seconds before they narrowed.  Her legs were like mini-springs as she launched out of her seat and took a bite out of the duck.  She took whatever bait was given but didn’t stay as the additional food she ordered arrived.  This seemed to be a giant mix of pork and beef.  ”It was good.  You can take a bite of mine if you like. . . It looks good enough?” She questioned.  Food was mostly food to her, though taste definitely mattered.  Another drink arrived for her and she downed it quick.  Her body was much more red than it was before they started.  She was starting to feel just a little faint as well.

Sorcha smiled as Eith took the bait, leaning forwards on the table as her tail moved back and forth in amusement.

"Hehe, I think I've already ate enough." Sorcha replied with an impish grin, reaching for another mug. She was possibly just slightly feeling the effects of alcohol, but she was fine. "There's still so much more on my plate, though...such a shame for it to go to waste. If only I had a friendly little dog that liked to eat. Guess I'll just have to throw it out."

She picked up another piece of meat. Smelled like pork...and tossed it in Eith's direction.

”If you’re not going to eat it, I will.  No need to waste food.” Eith said a bit more calmly than she had prior as she grabbed it and tossed it on her plate.  She wasn’t eating her food as voraciously as before either.  It was still quick though.  In addition, she didn’t just quickly down her drink instead taking sips between full steaks.

Sorcha was wearing the biggest grin she had in ages, and she was obviously enjoying this exchange with Eith.

"Well, if you want the rest, you'll have to come over here and get it." She gave the table top next to her a friendly little pat, downing another mug of ale with her other.  

Eith definitely found little trust in the dragon. Goading her into moving over toward her. . . ”Why can you not just hand it over?” The Shellagh asked, finishing her own plate of food and downing what little was left of her alcohol.

"Ah...I could." Sorcha replied. "But I'm a lazy dragon and I'm rather tired." Purely a jest, of course. Yep. She didn't mean she was actually lazy at all, nope.  

”Of course, I could always order more food.  Meal-Ticket over there wouldn’t mind too much since he agreed to buy me food if I stopped attacking humans.”  Eith said, almost thinking with decent human thought.  She was being careful of the mischievous dragon.  Still though, her instincts were definitely telling her to go get the food just sitting there.  As much as she was protesting now, her body was saying otherwise as she moved ever so closely.

"Ah...meal ticket? Swen? Maybe I could be your new meal-ticket? I'm ten times wealthier than everyone here." Sorcha said. "I wouldn't ask for much in return." The dragon pushed the plate forwards just slightly. In truth, Sorcha could probably pay for Eith to eat well for the rest of her life.

”Take it easy now, Sorcha.” Luna interjected.  Whatever Sorcha was trying to do was probably no good for anyone.   The Knightess looked over to Eith before telling her, ”You can ignore her offer.  I rather suspect she didn’t bring much of her wealth with her, though I can vouch for it firsthand.”  She knew by now that Sorcha would dislike having her fun interfered with, but it was probably for the best.

Still, Eith found she had moved her seat closer to Sorcha, within arm reach of the dragon’s food.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about, Luna." Sorcha shifted slightly in her seat as she replied, doing rather terribly at lying. "A dragon always has money with them. It would be rather shameful to not have any with us." She  hadn't brought any of her treasure with her. That said, though, Sorcha's eyes drifted quickly back to the hound. She was incredibly close to her plate of food now...just...a bit...closer...and she would have loyal subject number 1 within her grasp. She gave Eith a friendly grin.

"All the meat you could possibly want."

”Well, I can already get all the meat I want as of now and all I have to do is not attack humans.” Eith said.  ”What would you want in return?  Do you have anything better?” She had to ask.  There was little reason to accept the offer when she could go to Meal-Ticket at any time and get whatever food she wanted.

"Oh, just your undying loyalty and treat me like a queen, that's all." The dragon replied with a grin. Whether she was being serious, was difficult to tell. In truth, she was mostly just messing with the hound. If she accepted of course, there was no way she was going to be turning her down, but she didn't actually think she'd accept just for some food.

Eith had to laugh. This dragon was good at jokes it seemed.  Giving this Horned-One undying loyalty and treating her like a queen?  As if an Alpha would do such a thing.  ”You have a great sense of humor, Horned-One.”  The Shellagh said holding back continued snickering.  ”A Shellagh does not become an Alpha by submitting to others, rather, they do so by making others submit.”  She didn’t mean much by it, just stating facts.

"Aw," Sorcha clicked her tongue playfully. "Looks like it'll still have to be Luna." The dragon turned her head to Luna, reaching for another mug of ale and downing it easily. She had lost count exactly how much she had drank already, but it was probably at least quite a few, and she was a little red in the face. As soon as the mug touched her lips, her entire body suddenly felt ten degrees warmer. She was able to hide it well, aside from a small grimace, but Luna would have likely been able to tell. Nothing she couldn't handle...as soon as she went to place the mug back on the table though, she accidentally dropped it, causing it to clatter to the ground.

"Hehe, oops. Looks like I might have had a bit more to drink than I thought." Despite her playful words though, Luna would likely be able to tell something was wrong. It was manageable for now, but it would likely become worse over the next hour or so.

Luna had been content to sit back and let the two non-humans talk it out for a bit, but Sorcha seemed to be troubled. . . By what, the Knightess wasn’t explicitly sure.  Still, the dragon’s pride would probably not allow her to admit she wanted to leave. . . ”Sorcha, I believe it’s time to go.  I’m getting rather tired, so we should return to my quarters.  It’s been a long two days.”  She admitted for the dragon.

Eith merely nodded, one more plate and she’d be fine for a while. . . Well, she could finish what the dragon had after she left.  ”Goodbye.”  She said, watching the two.  

"But I'm not done eating yet, Meal-Ticket." Sorcha pouted as Luna said it was time to leave, trying to at least keep some semblance of control. Not that she really put up much of a fight. A little more urging from Luna and the dragon stood, though seemed somewhat unsteady as she did.

"Well, Lord Swen it has been a pleasure. And you as well, Eith. That offer will always be open if you change your mind." She gave them both a small nod, before following Luna out.

Swen watched the pair leave, giving pleasantries in return.  The Magierprinz thought the situation was a little strange - the dragon hadn’t had nearly as much to drink as she boasted, and for the most part his wallet was in good repair … a quick glance at Eith though took care of his hopes for financial health.

His ravenous companion would probably want something to eat in case she got hungry … looking at the plates, the Prince waved for a waitress.  ”... Could I have three more pounds of dried meat before we go?  This one will probably want a snack later.”  The waitress hurried off to get even more food, and Swen decided to watch the hound for a bit.  ”Your endless stomach is becoming full, it seems.  I got something for you to eat at my place for you.  It’s nothing great but it should satiate your hunger in the situation I must be absent … and yes, it is meat.”  Well, the Prince’s hopes of Sorcha taking his monetary drain disappeared.

”You learn fast.” Eith said in an almost regal manner, praising Swen.  It was fine to have food to go though.  She wouldn’t have to wake up Swen in the middle of the night to tell him she was absolutely starving. . . Well, she had enough sense not to do that at the least.  Still, just to make sure she had as much as she could eat, she finished off Sorcha’s plate and really, just about anything left on the table.  ”It’ll be great to sleep on a full stomach.  Not that I really need much, but it’s nice to do so.”

The magierprinz dropped a large pile of coins on the table with a small roll of his eyes, then after a quick pat on Eith’s head to catch her attention started to leave the tavern with a slight stumble.  The pile of meat on the table was left for the puppy to carry back to his place.  He had promised to feed the girl, not be her slave.