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Botanist And Bards

The woman continued to speak in her strange tongue, giggling slightly as it was rather obvious she was not to wake up. Well, at least the foreigner was awake now. "Maidin mhaith!" The fire haired girl spoke in a cheerful voice, as if this was the best thing to happen, ever. The black haired girl would find herself grabbed by the hand and brought out of the cave, probably with much grumbling and hatred. Soon after putting her sandals back on, the native started heading down towards the beach once more, expecting for the other woman to follow.

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It wasn't long before the two of them returned to the sand, where the sandals were removed from the shorter woman's feet. After looking around at the various palm trees that dotted the area with varying sizes and amounts of fruit, the shorter girl approached one, tested it with a shake, then nodded.

For a few seconds, she pointed at the coconuts near the top, making sure the other woman was paying attention. "Iad a fháil!" While of course she could teach the method initially, it was always interesting to see someone try the first time, both for the sake of comedy and education.

If it seemed to take the taller woman too long to get going, she would feel a well placed swat on her backside to get her into motion.

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The kitten blinked as it was mentioned her mistress had been working as a servant, an eyebrow being cocked at the statement. That was ... a very strange idea. A slight smirk crossed the girl's face as she imagined her owner wearing a maid's uniform. Was ... was the headmistress being serious? If the subject hadn't changed so quickly, the neko would have asked a bit more about the unthinkable happening.

But the headmistress' speech suddenly changed. See her ... why? The cat was always regarded by most as an innocent little kitten that -

A sharp pain and then suddenly ... nothing. The girl's eyes suddenly went wide for a few seconds, and then it was as if the life was sucked out of them as they remained perfectly still and utterly devoid of emotion.

There was some portion of her soul that just went missing.

The headmistress' words fell on deaf ears as the girl's head centered itself, leaning just slightly downwards. She didn't need to be told what had happened, but her mind found thoughts and feelings impossible to collect, so she simply remained staring off into the void. Unmoving.

The magierprinz looked at the hellhound as she made it abundantly clear that she was being completely literal in every single way.

Now, they had an antagonistic relationship, sure. But the girl hadn't ever even advised him, and she certainly had never told an outright lie. "... Eith ... thanks for the heads up ..."

Then he would do his best to get rid of that girl as quickly as possible. If a fire breathing beast from the pits of Tartarus was scared of her, then it would probably be a good idea for him to follow suit. He didn't need more beings of the infernal origin in his dorm anyways.

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He soon entered the library, beginning to look around for someone he could use to request access to the restricted section. As he approached the area, the strangest scene awaited him.

A pile of books with bunny ears sticking out of them? Well, this was a strange phenomenon. "... Allow me to aid you ...?" Normally he'd be more chivalric, but this wasn't exactly a dragon. Being a frequent guest at the library the magierprinz began to take the books out from on top of the bunny girl, setting them into various organized piles.

The phoenix simply looked at 'doll #5' as it followed her into the room, the crimson haired girl cocking her head at it. The more she looked at these things, the more confused she got. Did they feel pain? Did they have lives of their own, or were they just extensions of Kathrine's consciousness?

Still though, she looked at the small female figure in front of her as she sat on the ledge of the bed. "... did you ... help kill master ...?"

Botanist And Bards

The girl with glowing hair cocked her head at the stranger, but after no awkward discussion in different languages occurred she laid her head down, implying they should both go to sleep. For whatever reason, the native did not seem to find it necessary to take watches, instead closing her eyes and soon entering the realm of dreams. Throughout the night, the small cavern remained dimly lit by her hair, the colors continuing to naturally shift into eachother until dawn.

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The native opened her eyes eight hours later, stretching herself out in the limited space. The black haired girl remained asleep, eyes closed an unwilling to rise. For the next day, the pair of them largely remained there as the other woman seemed to recuperate. The following morning though ... "Charlotte." They had learned eachother's names the previous day over a small dinner of fruits. The woman seemed to set some strange mechanisms around, which Caitriona was curious of their purpose.

Either way, this woman would feel her shoulder shaken until she woke up. This was the day that she would learn how to climb the tree herself, so that she could help gather the coconuts and eat for herself if the worst happened. If it took her too long to get up, the native would pour a small amount of water onto her face as the light outside just passed up dawn.

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Alright, the hellhound was speaking really strangely at this point. There hadn't even been a good insult since this morning. And the only reference to food was calling him 'meal-ticket', but that was an expected title at this point, sadly. Along with 'Magierprinz' and 'Zaberbuch'.

And hell, maybe he was being superstitious for some reason, but this beast came from the pits of fire herself, didn't she? In a joking tone, he looked towards the puppy with a put on smile. "You don't mean that literally, do you?" It was too damn early in the morning for these pranks, and he didn't really want to put up with them.

The kitten listened to the headmistress, frowning as the track record was mentioned but respectfully waited until it was obvious she was finished speaking before bothering to reply. "Of course, give me just one second." Maoin started to brew some tea, allowing a pot of water to boil slowly, although she willed it to go faster so the headmistress wouldn't be left waiting.

It was a bit odd though. Why would her mistress ask to talk to the headmistress ... and if so, why wasn't she here? And the woman didn't even seem remotely upset her owner had totally failed academically. "I never hoped my mistress would make A's ... I just think she deserves the head start in the world a degree can give her. I ... I really just want the best for her." A glance down at the bandages on her arm though spoke otherwise though.

"Though ... I've been too selfish recently. My lady was upset with me last night - which I deserved but ..." The kitten paused for a few seconds, mustering courage and trying to remember the words from the previous night. She had left a note saying she was out training, and she promised she wouldn't leave. She'd be back soon, surely? "... she should be back soon hopefully ... and I really wanted to talk to her anyways."

The kitten shook her head. The headmistress wasn't interested in her problems, she was here to talk ... at her mistress' request? "Anyways, I hope my mistress gets back soon. I think it's rather rude to leave the headmistress waiting, personally." Maoin passed the cup of tea over to Livia, placing it on the table in front of her, obviously a little irritated with her absent owner for leaving someone so important waiting around. "Although ... I hope she's alright. If it's not private, perhaps I could save some time and pass the reply back to her?" Playing messenger wasn't entertaining business.

The crimson haired girl looked up at the maid with confusion, still a little curious about why she hadn't been given the day off, and wondering slightly where Livia was. Had she angered the woman by barging in yesterday? Was everything alright between them?

Kathrine started talking about the shennagins as well, so it seemed like she wasn't the only spectator in there. Still though, a slight flush ran over the phoenix's face as she looked towards the maid that was trying to instruct her.

Cynthia was straight up gone, and Fia had been assigned to help her, but based on the way she was hurrying up the staircase implied that it wasn't important. "... I'll ... go to bed ..." And with that, the girl ran away from this unfamiliar maid and into the bedroom, wondering what exactly was going on.

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The magierprinz was really starting to worry at this point as the puppy continued to speak to him. Eith ... she usually didn't act like this. The man simply rose an eyebrow ... "... Is ... She part of a cartel or something? Of cuddles?" The man simply looked confused as they worked their way to the library. The hellhound seemed honestly ... a little terrified of Lyssa. The pink haired cuddle bunny.

He had no idea how accurate he was.

The kitten's ears perked up as she heard a knock at the door, rushing over to open it. Her ears dropped slightly as she realized it wasn't her mistress, but there was a very special guest there.

Maoin delivered a quick curtsy to the headmistress. "H-hello Headmistress. Please, sit." A small plate of breakfast was delivered to the table as the cat looked around the kitchen, giving the place one last inspection to make sure it was clean.

"I know it's not a lot, but please, eat what you wish Headmistress. My owner says she is out training right now, but she was expecting you at least. I wish she hadn't decided to get dirty just before meeting you ..." Oh, this would be a bit of an embarrassment.

She hoped her mistress hadn't gotten into trouble.

Again.

Help ... with chores?

The phoenix looked up at Cynthia. Sure Fia didn't want to be kicked out, but she was hoping she'd get the day off from working around as well. And well ... she'd never really ever had to take care of herself or anyone else, and her standards of cleanliness ... were more than a little different.

To the maid, the crimson haired girl would probably seem horribly confused, and even a little ... repulsed by the idea of doing menial labor.

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The magierprinz woke up, yawning as he tried to lift himself - Swen's eyes widened as he looked down at the body on top of him, and after a moment of panic noticed the pink hair and remembered the night beforehand.

"Of course. Lyssa. Not letting me sleep on my own. Yep." He spoke this quietly with a slightly irritated voice, wondering if the puppy would have heard him. She was probably off in some corner of the room, snickering at his misfortune.

It took some time, but eventually the 'demon' was pried off of him, laid down to sleep comfortably on the bed carefully. A pillow was inserted beneath her head, and the covers tucked in around her.

Shaking his head, he prepared himself for the day, leaving a single note behind for the two of them. Headed off to the library. Eith, here is some food money attached in a sack. Please, enjoy yourselves while I continue my work.

And with that, he left the dorm.

The kitten woke up, eyes fluttering open to the world. She had a slight headache from the previous night, and after a quick look around of a room absent of her mistress panic began to fill her, eyes darting around as she did a rapid search of the room for some sign of what might have happened as she ran around-

Oh. There was a note on the door. And plenty of ale on the table. Her mistress was probably upset, and for good reason. Hopefully she hadn't-

'Maoin, gone out to train. Couldn't sleep. Someone should be coming by this morning, so stay and make sure they're welcome.

Clean or something...whatever it is you normally do.'

A sigh of relief ran through the kitten as she sat back down, looking over her left and currently bandaged arm. Last night had really happened, and Maoin started thinking about what she could say. Well first, she needed to stop this drinking habit from reforming. But also ...

She'd just have to be a better familiar. And she'd have to keep a better check on her emotions. Her mistress was understandably worried about the problems she had caused, and it was her job to make her lady's life more pleasant, wasn't it? And she could start by making sure their guest would be well taken care of. Soon enough, the tables were cleaned along with herself, a small breakfast being prepared quickly by her hands.

Soon enough, the room was prepared for whoever was coming, and a bath prepared for her mistress in case she required it after their training ...

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

@AAB Posted, my princess be askin some questions.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

Multicolored hair flew through the air as a teenage girl finished reaching for the final apple in one of the local trees. Her hand reached up, and no matter how much she waved the appendage and tried to grasp it by reaching further and further, the branch simply swayed back and forth as if defying her capabilities, the apple dangling at the end of it.

Fine. This is going to have to go by the hard way.

The girl started shimmying along the branch, which was now bending just slightly due to her bodyweight. Closer and closer and - there! The apple entered her hand as she yanked it from one of the capitol's orchards, a smile of brief victory crossing her face as she looked down at the person assisting her.

SNAP

With a yelp, the princess was sent plummeting towards the earth, crashing into the ground with a solid Thunk. The assistant ran over, but breathed a sigh of relief as laughter filled the air rather than a wail of pain, the unharmed apple lifted upwards defiantly as the princess let off a smile despite the scrapes on her arm. "I got it, fear not!"

The person assisting her for the day simply facepalmed, and the world continued as it was with apples being picked throughout the morning.

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As she returned to the Palace, the princess was placed in a slightly more formal - and clean - dress, the green fabric flowing comfortably in the slight breeze running through the air. Soon enough she was wondering the halls, whistling in happiness as she headed into the palaces Yadi, where most people went to spend some time in the fresh air. A flute was in her hand, which she was ready to play hopefully to the delight of everyone within. Out of all the roles of the nobility, maintaining a high morale was the most important of them all.

As she entered into the courtyard though, her smile quickly turned into a frown. Groups that normally interacted openly were instead talking in hushed tones, as if reacting to bad news ...

Oh please ... not again ... This was usually the reaction of her people after a raid of some sort - depressing, sad, and most of all divided in their resolve. Some were angered, seeking revenge. Others sought to appease. The princess herself was unsure of exactly what was going on though, and violet eyes darted around the courtyard in search of someone well informed.

Her gaze fell onto one of the ambassadors for the crown - a young, cheerful, and gregarious man by the name of Virka who was always the life of the party. He was well liked by most, including the second princess herself. The noblewoman approached with a slight sense of nervousness, preparing herself for the worst. "Hey ... Virka. What happened? Everyone's ... you know ..." Her eyes darted around the courtyard, making it obvious what she was referencing about.

The sixty-odd year old man would have kicked himself for not having been there for the impromptu morning practice that had occurred, but with age comes rest, and he had personally led the guard on a five mile training run around the countryside the previous day, in full armor, while wearing backpacks full of bricks. Such intense training is what made the country strong, and what made boys into men.

He had led them of course, the younger guards seeming to be unable to keep up. However, he was getting prouder of them by the year, as they always seemed to be catching up to him, each generation of trainees getting nearer and nearer.

The old man stretched, old bones making various strange sounds as they almost seemed to snap into place. A morning routine went by, practiced over the years. The beard groomed, long green tunic thrown over, longsword at his hip - looking at his personal display case though, he debated bringing Sterklinge to breakfast. It'd give him something to clean while he was there.

Soon enough, the champion entered the dining hall adjacent to the kitchen, sitting himself down at one of the highest ranked tables casually and cleaning his greatsword that seemed like obsidian as it remained still. Based on the sounds from the kitchen, and the general negative demeanor of the cooks, food would be good this day. And most importantly, on time. That hellish servant of the second prince was likely ensuring that everything was cooked to perfection yelling various orders at the ladies working beneath her.

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The native started to head off, going through the local area with the other woman trailing behind her, playing something quick on her flute periodically just to pass the time as they moved. They went further from the beach, the land starting a gradual decline until they arrived at a local river, which Caitriona would help the other girl cross if they needed help. They went further inland, the ground starting to slope up once more until they arrived at a an opening in a hill, a small crevice that they could climb into. Trees surrounded the local area, and along with the ever dimming light of the sun the vision of the surrounding countryside was largely blocked.

Having lived here for some time though, the shorter woman had a good idea about the general layout of the land. As the last flicker of light left the world, a few seconds passed before suddenly the girl's multicolored hair started to glow, each hue shifting as if it was a very slowly flickering flame. As if this was normal, the native found herself entering the crevice into a large opening within, sitting down onto the ground as she waited for the black haired woman to enter.

The orange haired girl didn't have to bend down, but the black haired woman likely would have to in order to get in. Crawling would probably be more comfortable truthfully to enter the small crevice within the hill, but she did have a choice.

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Oh Gods

The kitten’s face was towards the ground, so she didn’t see her owner’s immediate reaction.  But she certainly heard a serious exclamation from her lady, and it … it didn’t sound to happy.  Soon enough, her mistress excused them from the bar, dragging her little kitten outside and on the way home.  A few times, Maoin was tempted to say something - but she could feel the silence from her mistress, and followed suit.

Eventually the pair of them re-entered their dorm, Maoin seeing the servant’s uniform still over the edge of the laundry basket.  It was a reminder of how things were supposed to be … had she really forgotten her place so quickly?

As her hand was released she shook it off, stretching the fingers instinctively.  Should she start this conversation?  Should her owner?  There was so many ways this could go wrong, and the girl suddenly felt very, very small.

Her lady had seemed mad earlier, hadn’t she?  The kitten lowered herself down to her knees, partially as a sign of submission but also because she was starting to have difficulty standing straight.  ”I …”

“That wasn’t the alcohol talking, was it?” Gwynn said with a sigh. She turned on her heel, turning to face Maoin with a serious expression. She wasn't sure how to even start, but she couldn't stay silent here. In truth, she was conflicted. She definitely liked the kitten and had gotten a little more...fond of her over the course of their stay here. She definitely got jealous when others started getting friendly with her, and she definitely didn't mind spending time with her when she wasn't nagging her every action about what she wanted and her lifestyle.

But love?

Gwynn was conflicted. She didn't think love was the right words to describe her own feelings.

"...Honestly, I have no idea what to even say or where to begin."

The kitten looked down towards the ground at first, hands between her knees as she waited for whatever was going to happen.  A slight shake ran through her body until Maoin forced herself to remain still, eventually managing to get a reply across.  "... I'm ... I'm sorry, mistress."  A pause for a few seconds went by for the cat before she finished what she had to say.  "That ... that wasn't the drinks speaking.  It was me."

It had been very tempting to lie and simply blame it on the beverages, but even a drunk person's actions had a hint of truth to them, didn't they?

Gwynn let out a breath she had been holding. Part of her had been hoping that it had been the drinks, but no. Nothing had ever been that easy, had it? She walked over to the bed, sitting on it while folding her arms and crossing her legs, trying to think of what to say here. She couldn't really...say anything, could she? What exactly could she say to try and make this easy? She liked Maoin certainly, but...being brutally honest about her feelings might be bad, wouldn't they? But then, lying would be worse for the both of them, and giving an indirect answer and stringing Maoin along would just be such a scum move, she might punch herself for the thought even crossing her mind.

"...Sorry, I don't." Gwynn sighed, shaking her head. "Don't get me wrong, Moain, I do like you. As a friend, though you're annoying when you nag me about everything and try to get me to be something I'm not, but...love? I mean, I guess I do get a little jealous when you get pet by others or try and go be with them despite me telling you to go do exactly that." Gwynn frowned, unable to directly look at the kitten. She felt terrible about this, but...there wasn't much else she could do that wouldn't hurt the both of them, or just be something completely mean. "But love? Maoin, I don't...don't think I could."

The kitten looked further downwards, still kneeling where she had been.  To be fair … that’s what she had expected as they walked home.  Her eyes began to water, and then the tears began to fall.  ”I know …”  A few sniffles ran through her nose, Maoin having a hard time holding them in.  ”... I … I just wanted you to have a good time tonight.  You know … the two of us … having drinks together … like you said.”

The girl had a hard time holding her emotions in, and at this point wiped her face off with her arm, only for her face to look horrible anyways.  ”Mistress … I wanted to prove to you … that it doesn’t have to be all nagging … or ladylike things I know you hate … that I could be the fun familiar you always wanted.”  The cat’s ears dropped down.  ”I guess I was wrong … I’m sorry.”

This was not going to get any easier. Gwynn got off the bed, walking over to where the kitten had been kneeling and taking a seat next to her. She placed an arm around her, pulling her into a tight hug. Maybe not exactly the...best course of action but she couldn't stand to see Maoin cry.

"Yeah, you're terrible at that stuff." Gwynn said with a light chuckle. "And I'm terrible at being ladylike because until a year ago my parents wanted me to be the heir so they taught me swordsmanship and stuff guys normally do when they wanted to marry me off for some stupid reason." Gwynn fell silent again, unsure how to continued. "I did have fun though! It was a nice place, really not like the fancy places you usually make me go too. Would have been more fun if someone had the guts to ask me to dance, but eh." Gwynn chuckled, giving the kitten a small pat on the head before getting a bit more serious.

"You know...it's not good to try and be something you're not. You're not...good with the sorts of things I find fun. I don't think that's ever going to change Maoin. I don't like the things you find fun, and I certainly will never be what you want a 'lady' to be." Gwynn shook her head. "I'm sorry Maoin, I really am, but..."

The kitten nodded, leaning into her owner as a firm arm was wrapped around her, tears continuing to fall from her face.  ”It’s … it’s alright.  I guess we are a bad match for each other anyways!  Stupid me, falling in love with my mistress who just finds me annoying.  I don’t know how I could have dreamed of it working out!”  It was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was largely true.  Her mistress did find her a huge annoyance, and she couldn’t even be convinced to have a good time.

Maoin forced a large smile onto her face, but the shakes running periodically through her body and her watering eyes made it obviously fake.  The kitten forced herself to push those arms off from being around her.  ”I’m fine mistress!  Really!  You don’t need to worry about your silly pet!”

It was hard to avoid saying bitter words, so she instead put up a falsely happy front.  Perhaps it was obvious, but what else was she going to do.  Leave?  Find comfort in the very woman that had crushed her hopes?  No - it was better to do what she always did - put up with it.  ”Laundry!  Your green dress is dirty, and I need to clean it, don’t I?”  The kitten looked towards the laundry basket, seeing the largely clean dress within.

Gwynn frowned, trying to interject but she couldn't find a way to interrupt the kitten. Annoying, certainly, but...she wasn't annoying the the bad sense of the word, if that was a thing. She didn't mind Maoins company at all, and even when she was nagging Gwynn knew the kitten was just worried about her. Instead, she fell silent, eyes turning to the ground. It wouldn't be good for Maoin to stay like this, would it? And she doubted anything she said to the kitten could cheer her up either.

Idiot.

She was an idiot as always. Gywnn stood silently, shaking her head. As Moain tried to brush the issue off though, Gwynn couldn't help but to feel her own heart break a little. She shouldn't be here. Give Maoin a bit of time to herself. She needed some time to herself too, really.

"You're not silly, Maoin, and you're not bad to have around."

With that, Gwynn left the room quietly.

...she wondered if there was a good, quiet bar somewhere around here.

The kitten watched her owner leave, tempted to try and stop her.  It was late.  She could get hurt.  Then again, anything she did at this point would probably be misinterpreted.  In her hesitation, she did nothing.

Her mistress could say whatever comforting words she wanted to.  But the truth remained that she simply wasn’t worthy of being anything to her.  The kitten looked around the kitchen, searching for a well sized knife …  

… she stopped as soon as the knife started to slice skin.  She screamed in pain, dropping the dagger as some blood started to gush from the wound running down her arm.  For the most part, it was shallow.

Before the kitten could do anything else, there was the sound of shoes heavily hitting on the floor of the hallway outside. Barely seconds later, the door to the dorm slammed opened as Gwynn rushed into the room.

"Maoin?! What-!?" Upon seeing both the knife on the ground and the wound on Maoin's arm, it wasn't difficult to imagine what had happened. Did...was Maoin that...obsessed or something? Goddamn it, she really was an idiot. She should have ended this relationship ages ago as soon as they had gotten out of Ireland like she first thought. It would have been better for the both of them. Maoin could have found some noble lady or something that liked being pampered, and she could have...avoided all of this.

But that was a thought for later. She wasn't going to let Maoin even think about going through with this. She was her friend, despite what just happened and damn it if she was going to let anything happen to the kitten!

Gwynn rushed to Maoin's side, swiftly kicking the knife that had fallen on the ground away.

"Maoin! What did you even try to do!?" The concern in Gwynn's voice was obvious. How did...how did one even handle this situation? "Y-you...you...how could you even try something like that?" Thankfully the wound look shallow, but she couldn't let Maoin even try to do something like that again.

The kitten’s head suddenly started feeling light.  It wasn’t a deep wound, but it needed to be bandaged.  ”Sorry … mistress … I …”  There wasn’t an excuse for this.  She had just caused her mistress huge problems, and she started crying all over again.

Shit shit. That was bad. The wound wasn't deep but it was going to bleed a lot, and no way in hell was she leaving Maoin on her own after that. First thing first, Moain needed to sit in case she passed out or something. Falling wouldn't help them. Swiftly, Gwynn pushed Maoin to the ground whether the kitten wanted to sit or not.

"Stay put." She reached over to the knife, picking it up off the floor and carrying it into the restroom with her, placing it on the counter far out of Maoins current reach. Bandages, bandages...Maoin was always absurdly prepared for things like this. It wasn't too difficult to find them after rummaging around for a few seconds. She knew all of the kittens normal hiding spots for things, as well as where she kept everything. Next she got a cloth, dipping it in some cold water to help clean the wound just a bit. Gywnn returned, and started silently setting about bandaging the wound. First, she cleaned it. All of the blood off of the arm and around it she could before proceeding to bandage it, though making sure it wasn't too tight to cut off circulation. After she was about halfway done, she looked over at Maoin.

"...why, Maoin. Why? Do you know how I'd feel if something happened to you? You're my friend, aren't you?" Gwynn's voice wavered a bit, sounding almost like she was about to start crying.

Of course, the kitten had stayed put when ordered, almost in a daze as her mistress ran off getting rid of the knife and acquiring the bandages as she worked on the arm.  The cat winced slightly as the arm was cleaned and as the bandages ran around it, pressure going down the arm as they were tightened.

She had stopped for a few reasons.  Firstly, her mistress was utterly incapable of taking care of herself, and needed someone to stick around to help out with that.  Secondly, she realized how badly her owner would feel afterwards, and as a familiar that would be a rather terrible job.  Thirdly, it had simply hurt.  Despite all the pain in her chest, some natural instincts screamed at her to survive.  Even if her lady hadn’t returned, Maoin was sure she wouldn’t have finished the job.

Right?

So … why had she done it in the first place?  The speed as she spoke varied, with her voice cracking and tears streaking down her face uncontrollably as her body shook.  ”Mistress … I panicked and was … heartbroken and you left and I worried you’d get rid of me and I thought you’d be better off without me and … you’d get a real familiar who was tough and all that’d you’d actually love and ...”  It was a little silly, especially considering her conversation with Lady Sorcha.  The dragon would probably beat her if she learned about this.

The kitten’s ears went flat on her head, tail landing in her lap as she looked down in shame as her arm continued to be bandaged.  ”I’ve been a bad kitty.”

"If I was shallow enough to want a familiar just because they were some sort of powerful creature, I'd be a pretty terrible person." Gwynn stopped herself there, finishing up the bandages. There was nothing else she could say, was there? She couldn't say she wasn't getting rid of her now. That'd be a lie at this point. She had already made up her mind that it'd be best if her and Maoin went their separate ways as soon as she walked back through that door. Gwynn remained silent as she finished, giving the kitten a soft smile.

"It's late...you should get some sleep."

The kitten nodded as her arm was bandaged, observing the clean work as it wrapped around several times.  A few leftover tears were wiped off by her other arm, as she ran those words through her head.  She felt a little tired, but it was just after dinner and she didn’t want to sleep too badly.  And besides, where was she going to sleep?

Of course her mistress wouldn’t get rid of her for being weak - she was far too good for that.  If that was the case, she would have been booted out by now.

”Mistress … can we … just act like today didn’t happen?  I love you and all … but it only hurts a little.  And I always expected you to find someone else anyways, so it doesn’t make a big difference and … and I’ll be okay so long as I’m with you.”

Maoin wasn’t exactly sure why she was saying this.  It wasn’t exactly like as if her mistress would suddenly forget everything that had happened.  Especially the events leading up to the arm needing bandages.

Gwynn remained silent, not sure if she could answer that with a lie. Instead, she lifted the kitten as gently as she could off of the ground, bringing her over to her bed. She placed the kitten on the bed, giving her a friendly smile.

"You just get some rest, Maoin." Gwynn said. "I'm gonna stay up for a bit...uhm, the drinks in the usual places?" She really hadn't touched a drink in weeks, and if she started again she wasn't sure she could stop a second time, but...ugh, damn it she needed something.

The kitten frowned slightly, reading what wasn’t said.  Of course, she hung onto her mistress as she was lifted into the bed, but as her owner tried to leave she'd feel a hand reach out and grab at her wrist.  ”I’m … I’m not supposed to let you do that, Mistress.”  Maoin suddenly burst out into tears, trying to contain herself.  ”... I’ve … I’ve been bad and … I accept whatever punishment you deem necessary but …”  The cat’s gripped tightened, pulling her mistress back towards the bed.  ”... please … don’t leave me.”

It was hard to tell what duration the kitten was talking about.

"Oh come on, I think I deserve one after this." Gwynn said with a quiet, somewhat forced sounding chuckle, turning back around and facing the kitten. "But fine." Instead, she knelt next to the bed, reaching a hand out and petting the kitten on the head. "Sleep Maoin. I'm not going anywhere." Gwynn reassured her. It wasn't a lie, was it? She wasn't going anywhere right now, but she still felt terrible about it.

The kitten’s tail wrapped around the petting arm as her ears twitched slightly, allowing the pettings to come in at an optimal angle.  Gradually the remainders of her panic and worries and frustration disappeared as a warmth seemed to fill her, her breathing slowed and deepened, and a few minutes after she closed her eyes she fell asleep, dreaming of sweet and wonderful things.