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The Magierprinz listened as the pompus nobleman made his statement. For a few moments, the magierprinz thought about a response and prepared to say something ...

"wheeee! Hinewperson!"

... when a mysterious force sent him stumbling and he barely managed to stop himself from falling over and sprawling himself and ... some random girl? For a moment, the Lord drifted from his mind as he looked awkwardly down towards the being that was latched onto him. His voice cracked as he spoke, the man nervous from the very sudden and unexpected female contact. "... hi ... ummm ...."

St. Sappho was a strange place, but even this was out of the sphere of normal for this location. The magierprinz tried to push her away slightly, with an awkward smile. "... what's your ... name?"

Likely unable to pry the hellion off so easily, the Magierprinz gave the most apologetic look he could manage up to Lord Kostis. The student thrived off of preparation, and this wasn't something he had prepared for.


The kitten saw her mistress pull her sword out of the sheath, suddenly nervous about where this was going. Were ... were they really going to hurt eachother? Maoin didn't want to hurt her owner - but ... but it was rather obvious she needed to learn, and her mistress was rather insistent about it.

Then the swordfight was put on hold however as a teacher appeared, complained to her mistress about not attending classes, mentioned something about punishment, and started hauling her owner off to random location. Her owner didn't seem too upset on the whole.

Skipping class?

After a short delay from the surprise, the neko picked up the apologizing doll (making sure not to stab it with a sword) and headed after them. After a few seconds, she caught up and started speaking hysterically to the teacher. "What do you mean not attending classes? Has my mistress been absent?! What are you doing to her?" Although there was a little concern in her voice, it seemed more like surprise. The kitten thought her owner had been doing well! She always seemed to go with a bit of reluctance, but was she doing something else?

Had she been getting lied to?

The kitten's eyes drifted down to her owner, a look crossed between frustration and anger crossing her face as her eyebrow twitched. "Mistress ... What is the meaning of this?"

It would be rather clear to Kathrine that the neko didn't want to let her owner go or let her off easy as the neko went along with the procession, still holding the doll.


Fia hesitated for a moment, not completely sure if Livia was trying to get her to remain where she was or if this was an honest question, but the phoenix nodded after a few second. "... yeah just ... going home ..." Unless Livia had some sort of reason to say no or tried to stop her, the crimson haired girl would leave the office and start heading outside of the building to where their house would be, eyes changing between looking down and ensuring her environment was safe.

The magierprinz raised an eyebrow, but nodded in response. He was a little curious about this, although the headmistress' hesitance to aid in the circumstance made him suspicious. Although, nobody was perfect and Livia's first job was to run a school, not to save the world ... "Please, inform me of what troubles you. I shall see what is within my power to do about it."

After Clete's discussion of what Kostis wanted with Eith though, Swen was somewhat suspicious of his intentions. Although it couldn't harm to at least hear him out, right?


The kitten frowned slightly as she was chastised a little for being suspicious, and she still wondered about the item's origin. If she didn't steal it, how was it acquired? Still though, orders had been issued and she could always ask later.

Maoin put the sword into one of her hands, following her owner's instruction and ensuring she wouldn't stab herself - that was the easy part, right?

To her mistress' trained eye though her stance suddenly started to lack balance, despite the girl's natural agility. Although the sword was being held with the pointy end away, it was in such a position that maneuvering it to block would be time consuming and swinging would be very obvious.

"I ... I think I'm ready, mistress?" The kitten didn't sound to sure of herself for several reasons. She wasn't too interested in fighting, and she certainly didn't want to stab her owner.


Fia simply nodded as the doll shook it's head and indicated the small home it had acquired in the office. Not sure what else to do with the small doll, she placed it onto the ground in front of the crevice and gave it a small wave goodbye. Kathrine's creations were always strange to the phoenix even after having been around them for so long.

Eventually she returned her attention to Livia, hesitating in making her next request. She wasn't exactly sure if it would be worthwhile to push her luck, but she really didn't want to be here anymore. At all. She wanted to lie down and do nothing at all and just be alone.

In the end, her nervousness won out and instead of asking anything at the desk the phoenix started to walk towards the door out of the room. She gave it a slight knock as she approached, largely to let Livia know that she wanted out for right now. "... can I ...?"

She wasn't sure if Livia would let her be on her own yet. It seemed as if someone was always watching her. But after a few weeks it was time to see if things had changed a little.

The Magierprinz looked over at the voice that suddenly approached him. After a brief look over the nobleman, Swen drew the conclusion that he was truly pompus indeed.

And seriously? Sir Magierprinz?

It was a bit odd for his former employer to be up here, but the nobleman decided to return his peer's respect with a slight bow appropriate for their relative stations in the noble hierarchy.

"Myself and Lady Gwynn Foghlu both did our best in your employ, Lord Kostis, and are glad that you are satisfied. This is rather distant from your demesne however, so pardon my manners for asking perhaps what brings you towards Boreas? If you require somewhere to stay on your travel, no matter it's cause, my family will be glad to be your host."

Simply being polite, but also getting to the point. The man truly was out of place here.



"...have I ever told you I hate those uniforms?" ... did her mistress simply hate the way she dressed 90% of the time? Wasn't it sort of cute in a way? Why hadn't she been told this before? Did she need to ...

"Anyways, come on Maoin! Adventure waits for no one!" Maoin's ears perked up as she heard those dangerous words.

This couldn't be good.

The kitten gasped as she was dragged out of the room suddenly, out of the dorm building, passed a confused pink hair (who she still owed cookies), across the school and straight to the training grounds. The cat briefly contemplated asking what was going on, but realized that it would be pointless. Hopefully it simply wouldn't be something dangerous.

Shaking her hand slightly as it was released to relieve dragged-by-owner-across-campus syndrome it suffered once every few weeks, her owner looked at her with a mischievous grin.

Certainly not good. They were breaking in somewhere.

"Alright! So. Remember when I said I'm gonna teach you how to fight? Welp, hope you're ready, I'm not gonna pull any punches and I only teach through practical demonstration."

The kitten let out a sigh of relief as she realized that they wouldn't be vandalizing the school again, and her eyes widened as her mistress finished her statement. If her owner truly meant to not pull any punches, she'd end up as a well bruised kitten in record time ...

Suddenly, a thin shortsword appeared in her owner's hand, the hilt colored black just like her own hair. Simple, but seeming well crafted in truth ...

"Here ya go."

"Is ... is this for me ...?" Her mistress never did fight with blades this small, and the servant realized it was perfectly sized for herself ...

It was unlikely that her owner would be able to dodge the ballistic hug that ended up going around her, sword narrowly avoiding her owner's side and tail wrapping around her. "Thank you!" Maoin was practically bouncing in cheerfulness for having finally received something, eyes watering just a bit out of some sort of sheer uncontrollable joy! A year and a bit more of cleaning, dusting, cooking, and being a maid, but it was worth it!

Various comments including but not limited to: "My mistress is the best mistress!" and "It's so pretty!" and "I'm so glad I'm your familiar!" were let out while the noble woman was hugged.

After a half a minute as if the black haired girl had some sort of uncontainable energy, she was forced to let go before skipping around for a bit and giving the sword a few celebratory and completely impractical swings. All in all, her little celebration lasted for an adorable couple of minutes before she managed to collect herself, wiping the tears off her face with the unburdened hand.

Then a thought occurred to the ever responsible familiar, who was still holding a wide smile that was starting to show a hint of being suspicious. "... where did you get this ...?" She really hoped her owner hadn't stolen something to get her a gift.


"Don't worry dear, you don't have to do anything else today if you don't want too."

Fia let out a sigh of relief as she was let off work for a day. It seemed that her mage did have some sort of sense of mercy regarding the unending pile of paperwork. Would it be worth asking to ...

"...play with this if you want while I work. The dusty old thing is just taking up space at the moment."

The phoenix hadn't ever really played with anything, but wasn't she a little past the doll playing age even for a child who grew up ... normally? She did wonder what that was like. Still though, she picked up Kathrine's doll obediently and put it against her chest, wrapping her arms around it.

Suddenly a question occurred to the crimson haired girl. She hadn't really seemed to talked to one of these things since she was taken from the tower, and well she did have a question or two for it. Though the doll wasn't likely to go anywhere.

Fia softly asked the doll the question posed in her mind. "... did you ... help kill... old master?" She wondered if this was one of the dolls that was assigned to that mission.
Just use a Google doc. That's how we did it.
@cloudystar So anyways, waiting on the boys now XD.

The magierprinz had foundly found some answers from the book he had taken from the library during their little break in. Interesting, but he had made a deal with Gwynn in this matter and intended on following through with it.

In the meantime, he had a certain hellhound following him around the streets after they finished breakfast. While the man did have an idea for getting his own personal companion, Eith was ... a bit too untame for his tastes.

The atmosphere had largely been normalized, and Swen looked to the puppy as he was heading to Kathrine's class. "Alright. I'm going to give you some cash for food today. Spend it how you want, but this should cover the next two meals for you." A few rather expensive coins were handed over in a small pouch to Eith. "Is there anything else you need from me?"

Normally the girl wasn't too interested in following him around, so he guessed the answer was no.


The past week had been wonderful. Despite not accepting any pets from strangers the entire weekend she had been out with Tazia, things had gone rather nicely. During the weekdays her owner seemed to set out some time after dinner to pamper her, which oftentimes led to more happening. Also, she had baked a few more of those cookies for her mistress.

She seemed to like them, especially when she returned late at night from whatever quest she was still working on.

Of course, she loyally did not question or investigate what her mistress was doing, although there were hints based on her mistress' behavior anyways. She seemed to return with a regular schedule and without being inebriated, suggesting she perhaps was working somewhere. The girl also had faded marks from dirt, along with the smell of soap. Was she perhaps drilling younger people in the art of the sword, and just bathing quickly afterwards? Sparing regularly with a group of friends? Doing incredibly well scheduled nighttime robberies?

Maoin was a bit curious about why she wasn't being told about what was going on, but with a large amount of effort she forced herself not to ask as she prepared her mistress for the day, who seemed oddly intent about getting up on time to go to classes.

"Hey Maoin. So. I got something I wanna show ya this morning before class starts."

The kitten blinked a few times, but simply nodded and moved herself to the edge of the bed next to her owner, looking up into her face. "Yes, Mistress?" She was a little curious about what this was about. After all, she was a cat by nature.

Although she raised an eyebrow at her owner's rather casual clothing, Maoin remained in her own usual servants uniform, and intended on doing so for the day unless told otherwise.


The past week had been awful, to put it simply. Livia would likely have noticed Fia walking around with a sense of hopelessness or worthlessness as the younger girl moved around, even managing to put a somewhat of a damper on her usually nervous behavior. Whereas previously she read books, perhaps sometimes more than Livia intended, it seemed that Fia was either finding herself distracted or simply not interested.

The crimson haired girl had dealt with pain, abuse, and being forced to live in conditions that could only be described as inhumane. And despite having a few weeks away from such things, those memories haunted her. She still needed to find a private space sometimes, where even Livia couldn't find her.

But this ... this wasn't the same. She had hopes. Of course, it was stupid. Dreams of ... probably what Livia called friendship, maybe even one of those forms of love. And, despite her natural inclination to hide, she had overcome that in the hope of discovering those things.

Only for those hopes to be dashed to the wayside as the dragon screamed at her before they even had the chance to speak. Apparently, dreams were simply meant to remain as dreams.

And Fia finally realized how some of those privileged students could be sad. To have one's dreams crushed wasn't the same sort of pain in the tower, but an entirely new way to suffer that she hadn't been exposed to before.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the pompous man finally found his way out the door, Fia letting out a small sigh of relief as he left. The crimson head girl approached the desk slowly, carrying a small stack of papers she had been working on and lazily putting them down on the desk, looking at the floor as she released them. "... Anything else ... today ...?" It was still rather early in morning, but Fia wasn't in the mood to do anything. She wanted to go home, lie down in their bed, and just sleep all day.
@Duoya I mean, he totally is a d-bag, but he's a cute tiny one.

Can't go by me though... A dog could kill a person and I'd be like "but it's so fluffeh..."


I think it's made funnier because no one in that room can tell what Gabriel is saying, and the only spirit-kin that's talked to him thinks he's some sort of valiant knight personality.
~Livia and Aetheria~


Livia picked up the teacup on her desk, bringing it to her lips and taking a sip as she watched Aetheria leave. She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes and savoring the taste of the tea. Cynthia could really brew a very delicious tea, couldn't she? She didn't nearly praise the servant enough. Perhaps a reward was in order. It was unfortunate her mood had been soured by the white mage. Was that all she was willing to do to gain some inkling of information in her plans? She had been fairly obtuse about it, but she'd be a fool not to detect the white mage's desire to learn why she wanted Fia. She had hoped Aetheria would be willing to press a bit harder, just so Livia could gauge how
It seemed she didn't have as much ambition as Aetheria thought she had.

The first thing Aetheria would notice was a dip in the already colder than normal temperature in the room as the doors to her office were locked firmly in place, unable to be opened by simply pulling. The next she might notice the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, followed by the eerie feeling of being watched by....something from somewhere.

"Is that the best you can do, Aetheria?" She asked, opening one eyes and fixing Aetheria with a bored expression as the teacup was sat back down on the table. "I'm disappointed, really. I thought you of all people might provide a little entertainment, after all you worked quite hard to get to where you are today, but leaving after barely even trying? Unfortunately I have to say you seem to not be as ambitious as you think you are." Her voice was cool, carrying a somewhat condescending tone with it as she spoke.

"Perhaps I merely expected too much of you? And you held such promise...but if you stop when you're not even halfway then you are nothing but worthless trash to me. Or perhaps you think you will get another attempt now that you asked?" She chuckled lightly. "There are no do overs in life, Aetheria. Some things, you only get one shot at, and this? This is one of those times you will only ever get one attempt to achieve. If you didn't think you could, then you should have come better equipped. You've missed that chance of having better bargaining chips." She let her words sink in, letting the mage stew in whatever emotion her words elicited from her be it anger, confusion, or curiosity.

"So," The furniture in the middle of the room was slowly moved aside, creating a clear path to the chair in front of Livia's desk, her fingers tapping idly on the smooth wooden surface. "take a seat. I'll make this somewhat easy and simple for you. You want to know what my plans are? Then simply ask." She motioned to the seat in front of her as she spoke, giving her a cool smile. "A...good friendly game of twenty questions hmm? You may ask ten non open ended questions, as long as the answer is something I can give in only a sentence or two. That should be simple enough for you, isn't it? And don't worry, I'll answer with percent honesty. If you accept, you will walk away with information regardless of whether you find out what you actually want. However...at the end I will ask you a question. A single question. And your answer will determine if you will...lets say, find out what I am researching quite intimately. Of course you can always walk away and miss this opportunity. It will not likely come again, but you will at least walk away unscathed."

She leaned forwards in her chair, eyeing Aetheria carefully. It was likely she was sizing up the white mage, seeing just how much she wanted this little information.

"I think you're clever enough to come out of this...relatively unharmed, but perhaps I am wrong? You have ten seconds before I decide you aren't what I am looking for."

The white mage admittedly felt a chill go up her spine and fear begin to press into her mind as she realized that the headmistress was willing to destroy her entire existence on the spot.  But being an adult, she took a deep breath, turned around, and moved into the chair, adjusting her robed to make herself comfortable.  Her expression steeled and any hint of submissiveness left her voice.  

”I came attempting to be subtle and respectful.  Not to play a silly game.  It is rather clear thought that we should abandon both of those ideas.  You have information I am curious about and could possibly find useful, and I am certain I have knowledge that is useful to you.  We both have skills the other doesn’t, but I have far more free time than you do.  That means time to research and discover things that could help you.  And the potential to find a lot more, if certain items are provided.  As my employer and superior, I’ll give you something for free.  But I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect to be paid a little extra for my overtime, so to speak.”

"What a boring answer." Livia replied with a sigh. Well, that was fine. She didn't want to play her little game, well she'd just play another. "Subtle? If you want something you should just ask outright. I am your employer but I like to think myself reasonable. No need to waste both of our times with things like subtleties. It’s rather depressing that it seems you don't understand, so let me try to enlighten you. Why do you think I built this academy? I am certain you are curious to the answer, but it's much more simpler than you might think." Livia let Cynthia pour more tea as she continued.

"Manpower. Resources. Money. I have an entire school, and an entire student body full of hopeful, bright students looking to impress. Not to mention the teachers, which are some of the best mages in the world. You want the tears? I could give you them, and reveal some of my motives. Or I could have a team of people run a project on them. Money goes quite a long way of keeping people's mouths shut, and if that doesn't work there are always less...scrupulous methods. I may not have free time myself, but I have people that would be more than happy to work for less information.” She picked up the refilled cup, deciding to get right to the heart of Aetheria’s little matter here.

“So...why should I divulge anything about my personal projects to you? Projects of which, have been in the works before I even built this academy and are something not even miss Lindall are fully aware of. Projects of which, you don’t even know the full implication of if successful, that could change humanity's position among beings far greater than them. So what makes you so special, hmm?”

”You wouldn’t hire me unless I had a very special set of skills, Headmistress Livia.  Perhaps you could hire a few hundred interns, but while they might discover more … they wouldn’t discover as deeply.  And one of these special skills is something you lack because you practice a different school of magic and probably only know one or two mages of the same caliber as I.”

Aetheria reached a single hand down to her belt, pulling out a flask.  ”For example, since I was a student here I have had suspicions about your … mortality … just looking at you.”  The white mage took a sip of whatever liquid contents were within.  ”You haven’t aged a single day since before I was hired.  I don’t know how you managed to do it, but a single glance made me suspicious.  A few strands of your hair from the garbage confirmed it.  You don’t have long left, do you?  But you have a backup plan, I’m sure of it.  I simply hope it’s not as easy to detect for someone with my skillset.”

At first, Livia was silent, followed by more silence. Seconds ticked by as she simply observed Aetheria before a small smirk formed on her lips.

"You're treading on dangerous territory, Aetheria." Livia chuckled. "You should tread carefully, or you might find out something you shouldn't." Livia wasn't upset no, more amused than anything. Didn't have long left? Well, that was certainly an understatement. By all rights, she should have already been dead. "Magic is magic. It is true my magic is nowhere near as geared to your particular task as yours is, but magic all stems from the same source. It would not be too difficult to do a bit of...reverse engineering, so to speak if you're clever...which I am." She pursed her lips before taking a sip of tea.

"So...how much do you already know then, hmm? Since you seemed to have decided to look into my personal research without my permission anyways...Couldn't you find it out better on your own then? Or is that the limit of your abilities?" If Aetheria did truly believe that was the limit of her abilities, then Livia might be more inclined to help.

The white mage simply shrugged in response.  ”I know your soul is attached to your body in an abnormal manner, but I know not how or why.  If I had access to your tears … I could perhaps figure this out.  Hair isn’t the best sample, after all.”  A slight chuckle left the woman’s lips as she thought about the silliness of the situation.  ”Of course, I doubt you’d be willing to give me your tears and blood easily.  If you ever end up in my hospital though ...”  Aetheria gave off a slight wink.  ”... who knows, maybe I would find out something about you even you don’t know.”

Something about herself she didn't know?

...now there was an idea. Livia smirked, opening a drawer in her desk and pulling out what looked to be a syringe. Perhaps it was her own curiosity, but any information about her own body would be quite useful. She place the glass implement on the table on front of Aetheria.

"Let us make a little deal, then hmm? You find out anything about me that I do not already know, and I'll tell you anything you want."

The white mage raised her eyebrow in return, a little curious.  Surely there was something she could figure out.  ”Anything, or everything?  There’s a bit of a distinction there, headmistress.”  Aetheria was actually a little excited about this.  A more idiotic person might attempt to perform some sort of hex with it, but the connection between Livia’s body and soul was strange anyways, and any mage of her caliber would have protections against such a thing.  The syringe entered the woman’s robes, unlikely to be seen again by anyone but her.

"Anything you want." Livia replied. "But you are probably aware that I reward those who go...above and beyond, so to speak. The more information you bring, the more I will be willing to reveal to you."

The white mage nodded for a few moments.  Seemed like this would be a test of her skill then … considering her alternate magical field, she was sure she could figure something out.  ”I will return as soon as I discover something worth sharing, headmistress.  For now, I have a lab to attend.”  This time Aetheria rose from her chair, pushing it back to it’s original position.  ”On a completely unrelated note: classes are formally canceled for the day, yes?  I don’t think anyone’s coming anyways …”

"Do as you will. Indeed, most students are likely not coming, but as always I have work regardless. You are dismissed." With that the doors to the office opened with a loud creak, the slightly oppressive aura in the room dissipated and Livia waved Aetheria gone. The white mage gave a respectful bow on the way out of the room, and closed the door behind herself. This would be interesting.


Face pats were alright, and Maoin returned a slight but somewhat reluctant purr as the cold hands touched her.

"FINE! Make cookies for them! See what I care! I'll go find my own cookies!"

Her mistress didn't have that sort of reaction though, and stormed out of the building angrily. Even Maoin was able to pick up that she had somehow upset her owner, and sat there stunned. The kitten was completely confused as to why, but before she could do anything she was suddenly wrapped in a hug and petted by Lyssa.

Pink haired said something about staying, but she didn't really remember it. Mugi said something encouraging her to go after mistress, and after a brief moment of thought the kitten agreed. A brief struggle ensued against both the good feeling pets and the woman's tight grip, then Maoin questioned the two of them. She remembered that she asked for both of their addresses and promised to have their exchange at a later date, then promptly tossed them out as she gathered up a few items before sprinting out the door.




She went to a few taverns she thought Gwynn frequented. At first she was polite, waiting patiently for the managers to patiently return her query of if her owner was there. The kitten's politeness ran out eventually as panic began to set in. Where was Gwynn? Was she alright? What had gone wrong?

The next thirty or so establishments went by in a blur as the kitten ran in and out of them, simply examining the interiors as she sprinted through the various rooms. A few people yelled at her, but she didn't care. Both her ears and her eyes confirmed that her owner wasn't there.

At some point, she simply paniced enough that she began yelling, "MISTRESS!", as she charged through the streets, hoping a confirmative voice would eventually respond. Her fears came true though as there weren't any signs of jewelry stores being robbed or the voice of a returning message.

Eventually on the street, she found her owner. Running up behind her blonde haired mistress, the kitten made her exclamation. "Mistress, are you -" The face that turned around though wasn't the same, and a very confused blonde haired student was left behind in the streets, wondering what was going on.




It took a little under two hours. Breathing heavily both from exertion and stress, eventually the kitten went out of town to the lake as a last resort.

And of course, there was the form of her owner, skating on the frozen, icy, cold surface. A brief shiver went up Maoin's spine as she finally calmed down a bit, adrenaline leaving her system. The sound entering her ears and her eyes both confirmed that it was her owner simply enjoying herself.

Of course. It was winter. Stupid, stupid cat! Of course! She was rambling about playing in the snow this morning and refused to even take her morning bath, obviously she's out here enjoying herself.

Approaching at the edge of the ice, the familiar let out a final, horse cry. "Mistress!" As soon as she let out that yell, the girl realized it had probably been a bad idea to say anything. The kitten realized she was a mess and completely unpresentable. Breaths were coming in raggedly, sweat and tears partially frozen clung in small portions to her face. Her mage was obviously upset, quite possibly with her, and probably didn't want to talk right now. Besides, she seemed to be enjoying herself. Alone.

The girl set the bag she had been carrying on the ground, sitting down next to it and looking at the ground as she waited for her owner to eventually approach.


The phoenix blinked a few times, thinking about how the person next to her would manage to chew on the rock. It was a strange idea at a minimum. Rather than responding though, she simply nodded. They were getting close to the office, and Fia had some sinking feeling that she would have to explain herself. One of the mages that had rescued her eventually walked by without comment, probably heading off to do something important.
much she wanted that information.

The magierprinz picked up on the hint, and after exchanging pleasantries gave a small bow and left the teacher to her own devices. What ... did she mean by getting to involved with a teacher? Were the rumors about the teachers basically being like one of those instructional novels he read true? The mage wasn't certain, but he'd have to investigate.


Damn. Either this woman was oblivious or she was hard to bargain with. The teacher guessed it was the second. But she might as well get the first possibility out of the way. "Well headmistress, I will come back with more things to the table in the future. If possible, do the things I asked, the research should be beneficial to you. Perhaps next time, you can make a little time to discuss your research and future plans for the academy? And maybe talk a little about your familiar? I haven't seen the red head in a while, and as a medical professional I'm feeling a little concerned for her."

If Aetheria didn't know what clear was, that would hopefully make it obvious. The white mage wanted a place on her inner circle, and damn she was curious why Livia would accept such a ... unstable spirit to serve her. It made little sense to her mind at least. There had to be some other way Livia benefited from the relationship. Was she secretly harvesting the girl?

Rising from the chair, the white mage gave a short but respectful bow before turning the room and making her way out, staff taping the carpet softly as it did so. She'd need to turn her hypotheses into facts by then though.


This. Was. Irritating.

Pink hair pets kitty. Pampers kitty. Then stops.
Then her mistress pets kitty. Pampers kitty. Then stops.
Then her mistress and the cold hand pet kitty. Pamper kitty. Then stop.

She didn't know what the jealousy was about, but damn she was sick of the lack of consistency it caused. It was costing the poor servant that had just pulled them a breakfast out of thin air, and she was having none of it.

Animalistic eyes looked between the three of them, the girl's voice surprisingly hostile as she began to flail her arms and put them into their place. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHICHEVER WHORE IS JEALOUS! All of you - and I mean all of you - are going to pet me for the next ten minutes. All of you. At once. No talking. If you don't -" Maoin thought up the most lethal threat she could think of. "- you'll be forced to watch the others eat the delicious cookies am I going to bake afterwards. And I make the best cookies in heaven, earth, or hell, so you'd rather DIE than be forced to go through such hideous torture."

The kitten was shaking a little bit afterwards, glaring at them expectantly. And damn it, she planned to follow through with that threat. Even her owner would see the same look, second only to the ones delivered at the library or the following aftermath.


The phoenix began to walk next to ... the dog person. For a moment she questioned why she was being called 'red girl' but after hearing 'sword-woman' - probably Luna - and 'sketchy woman' - certainly Livia - being addressed she understood that it was probably just the dog-spirit's way of naming people.

The amber eyes still were watering after the incident, but it was slowing down just a little. She was very curious about who this person was, and why she felt so ... warm. Like some sort of fire flickering in front of her. Like one of the ones in the office or at her house.

"... I ... I was ... wrong about ... my dreams ... that's all ..." In truth, that was probably the best way to describe it. She'd had a hope, a dream, tried to grasp it, and only felt it be rejected. She couldn't even make friends if she wanted to. Was she ... even worth anything at all to the dragon?
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