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St. Sappho Academy, Medieval Magic Academy (Invite Only)

The magierprinz was completely surprised as suddenly 'adorable' flew in his direction in a forceful tackle, ordering him to spend ... time ... with her. The man's face was completely flushed, and he was starting to understand the sort of demon Eith had been talking about.

Soon enough, he had deposited on the bed to be forced to spend time and ... accompany ... this girl.

Surely he could handle this? Right? Just ... be a bedwarmer or something? Was he supposed to cuddle? A light weight soon covered his body as he looked over to the form of Eith, who gave him a most irritating look as he pulled the separate blanket over himself. At least he had that much for privacy.

Before Lyssa could do anything else though, he gave out the biggest and longest yawn he could manage. Leaving at this point would be unchivalric. Doing anything would be dishonorable. But there was a way out. "Alright. Well, it's past my bedtime." He practically hurled his head against the pillow at that point and did his best pretending to be asleep.

Maoin's face frowned slightly as her owner mentioned having a good time with Tazia, but the kitten forced herself to shake it off. The entire point of this night was for her lady to enjoy herself - and if she wanted to do that with her friend, that was fine, right? "... she had a little interest in me earlier ... but she doesn't deny that you are pretty ... mistress ..."

The dark haired girl shook her head again, trying to clear whatever emotion was in there. She was supposed to be a servant. THAT emotion wasn't meant to be there. "Tazia's working tonight though, but I can always arrange for you two to meet later, mistress?" Maoin gave her mistress the best and most cheerful smile she could manage, and the moment the wine was placed onto the table the kitten found herself taking a sip out of it, Tazia departing with a wink and a wave.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

@AlternateMan WELCOME TO THE GUARD! MY NAME IS ADELBRAND AND I SEEK NEW PEOPLE TO CARRY OUT THE TRADITIONS AND PRACTICES OF THE CHIVALRY OF HIERTANIA.

Summoners of Babel

will get something up later today.

Botanist And Bards

For a while, the orange haired girl watched with a great deal of amusement as the black haired girl seemed fixated on the fruit. It was very, very entertaining to watch the childlike curiosity fill the girl as she examined the inside of the shell. Oh, it was adorable, and the native couldn't help but stifle a giggle. "Ithe é! Taking her own coconut, the girl cut off a portion of the white inside and ate it, giving the other girl a smile.

It wasn't the best of meals, but it was a way of getting back a little bit of the nutrition one used up to get the coconut in the first place. As she at though a simple question entered her mind. Despite the language barrier, she voiced it out loud as she pointed towards the boat. "Conas a rinne tú anseo?"

Botanist And Bards

It didn't take long for the orange haired girl realize that this woman had no idea what she was doing, as she seemed to look at the fruit with a great degree of confusion and then back towards her with an obvious degree of minor frustration, her voice high in pitch as if asking a question. Well, it was true that she had no intent of using this to garner favors in any way. Instead, the taller woman had paid with comedy as the native started laughing to themselves, bending over as she clearly found this entire thing hilarious. Caitriona tried to stop herself from laughing out of some sort of urge to be polite once, but gave up after trying to hold that in for a few seconds.

It was like a child! Could this person even feed themselves? First she comes down on an impractical ship, and now she needed be taught? Honestly, if her face of irritated confusion hadn't been cute, the women in linen would have been tempted to just watch as they struggled. But helping not helping this adorable girl was obviously against the butterfly, and one never wanted to anger the butterflies.

So, it was lesson time. The orange haired woman sat down on the beach, face still flushed from the laughter, and pulled out another coconut and knife from her bag. After giving the taller woman ample time to examine them, the one sitting on the ground used the knife's blade to chop and pry the husk open from the top, quickly revealing a almost ... furry middle. After picking the fur off the coconut and placing it into her bag, Caitriona took the much smaller bit of the coconut away from the husk, allowed the taller women to see it and exactly where she was hitting it, then slammed it against a nearby rock.

After a single hit, the coconut cracked and revealed the fluid and insides of the coconut to the woman in front of her, drinking some of it to show the other woman what to do. After a few seconds, the woman made a judgement call and decided that she didn't want this taller one breaking her knife. A sharp looking stone was found by Caitriona, which she tossed towards the other woman. The implication should be obvious.

Botanist And Bards

Caitriona looked on as the woman beneath her gazed up at her, blue eyes staring into her own fields of green curiously. The curiosity was returned towards this woman, the orange haired woman tilting her head slightly as the other woman muttered a word then sat up.

"Ti?"

Out of caution, the girl took a step back, but the precaution did not seem necessary as a few belongings were gathered by this figure at least a head taller than her and pulled out of the boat and onto the beach, a slightly musical sound ringing through the air as the bag moved and shifted. Glass? Perhaps something fragile?

"Kratíste mia stigmí." Something incomprehensible was muttered, but it seemed at least somewhat intelligent. Based on the way she looked, this woman was probably most similar to the peoples up north.

After the little trip was over though, the woman was reduced to just standing there as glaring just slightly. Normally this would have been considered rude, but a quick look at the sun bathed and reddening skin of the woman in front of her explained at least some of it. She had also just finished exerting plenty of strength on rowing, and yet her sweat was minimal at best. All of these were bad signs.

Withdrawing one of the hard yellow fruits from her sack, the girl extended it in a single outstretched hand. "Tart? Want cnó cócó?" Although it was some work to climb the tree to retrieve one, the fruits were plentiful in this area and the flame haired girl felt she could only tolerate so much on her own anyways.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

I'm not part of it, but that's cool!

Summoners of Babel

@Lady Athena I don't know. We didn't know who you were at the start, and you are still too well disguised for us!

Botanist And Bards

About quater mile from the seashore, a five foot tall girl with a white dress of simple linen wondered the area, looking around at the various trees that found themselves in the beach area. A few notes played through her flute as she wondered around, trying to keep her fingers busy as her mind wondered which one would bear the most fruit that day. Eventually she picked one, taking out a round strip of thick cloth and after making it into a figure 8 putting her feet into it. A second later, she jumped onto the tree, climbing shimmying up it as she had done many times in the past.

Of course, the tree was tall. But then again, she had done this hundreds of times. Soon she found herself at the top, giving the coconuts a few twists each as she watched them plummet towards the soft ground. Before heading down, she gave the land a quick look around for several reasons. She wanted to make sure she hadn't been followed, but also just to get a quick view of her surroundings.

No one was following her, but she saw one of the strangest and most hilarious images in her lifetime. A woman was paddling her boat, and even from this distance it was easy to see how horribly inefficient she was, likely due to a combination of inexperience and exhaustion. Curious, the girl watched as the person finally found their landing spot not far away, and saw them lay down on the ground as if dying.

This would be amusing.

Soon enough, the fire haired girl filled her sack with the coconuts, approaching the shore with a sense of curiosity. The closer she got, the more irregular she realized this person was - her clothing resembled something from one of the far away cities, but even then it was unusual. The boat did not take advantage of the wind, which was a bad decision when trying to navigate the near-continental islands.

Although she didn't have to, the girl approached and decided to see if she could lend aid to the woman who was clearly uncomfortable with the entire circumstance. Approaching with light feet, Caitriona soon found herself above the woman, leaning over as her own green eyes examined the interesting woman. "Dia dhuit?"

St. Sappho Academy, Medieval Magic Academy (Invite Only)

The magierprinz simply watched as Eith decided to lay down, with the apparent 'demon' simply making herself more comfortable at his statement. It would be unchivalric to force Lyssa, a lady, out of a place she considered comfortable. However it was completely unfair to force him out of his own bed when he was fairly certain she had a perfectly good one at home.

This wasn't the situation at the inn in Greece where there was no where else to sleep and only his betrothed was there. Rather, this was a situation where some random girl he just met this morning was laying on his bed, and the man had no idea how to handle it. "I'm just gonna sleep on the couch if that's alright ..."

Of course, he would probably never be quite as comfortable as either of the other girls, and he hoped Lyssa didn't try to get him to join ...

The kitten looked down as her mistress asked the question, her eyes flicking over the wood grain in the table as if she was examining it. "I can tell you-" As the tigress started to speak though, the cat's voice suddenly interrupted loudly.

"-Tazia! I need another drink!" Maoin looked up at the tigress, who left with her order and started to get back to her job. The black haired girl's eyes returned to the table though, as she started to get around to the point. Her tail went back and forth just a bit faster behind her, as if expressing a bit of excitement.

"... you know how sometimes I ... um ... serve you differently, mistress?" If the blush running across the majority of the girl's upper body wasn't enough of a hint to her owner of what sort of service she was talking about, nothing ever would be.