The magierprinz watched as the nervous bunny was hugged by the very thing she was terrified of. This was an odd reminder of some time spent back in Greece ... it was unfortunate but this would be a fantastic time to take advantage of the situation. He approached the back of Eith, patting her on the back slightly in encouragement.
"I am going on a mission soon, and some research about the foe I could be facing could possibly save my life."Now it was time for a little deception that even the headmistress would be proud of.
"Besides, I've entered here before with the headmistress' knowledge. It shouldn't be a problem if me and my friend here enter again, should it?" It wasn't a lie. The headmistress DID know he had been in here before.
And besides, it was a chance for the bunny to escape, which she desperately wanted.
The kitten seemed to start becoming depressed as the headmistress continued to berate her. Gwynn wasn't some fictional hero, she was a champion. Her champion. She deserved the best but ... did she really put her mistress on that much of a pedestal? It's just ... the kitten thought she could do so much better for herself.
And had she only ever caused problems? The previous night was a perfect example of that, and the two of them often had to have some heartfelt discussions. They had argued in the library, on an icy lake, and elsewhere. Maybe she was just getting in the way ...
And ... she had started trying to aspire to be something, hadn't she? Lessons with the dragon, attempting to be the best servant ... but it wouldn't ever be enough, would it? Sure, she could go after her mistress, but ... would she even be wanted?
By chance, the kitten's eyes drifted over to the dresser with drawers that were just slightly open. Next to it was a small bag, a kit to help the mage take care of her sword. Slowly walking over, she looked down at it, lifting it into her hand. Something she'd probably forgotten in her haste to leave.
And then she noticed something stranger. Her eyes glanced down to the open drawers for just a second, the kitten taking a quick mental catalog of everything that had been taken out of sheer instinct. A simple shirt, a set of gloves, tough boots, and a rough pair of pants. Probably her sword as well, since it wasn't anywhere nearby ...
She didn't even bring a SINGLE change of CLOTHES!?Her mind was made up instantly.
The kitten's eyes suddenly narrowed as they darted around, her entire body quickly becoming animated as she suddenly brought out three bags, throwing various objects into each of them. Clothes: mostly simple and durable, but a single pair of nice ones for each of them along with her servants uniform, just in case. The set for cleaning her blade was assembled in another, along with some basic amenities for both of them so they could remain comfortable. One bag was already filled with rations that was always prepared, which she yanked off the shelf with haste. A small set of dishes was contained within at all times, which rattled slightly as they clanked into eachother.
The entire process took less than two minutes.
As she finished working, hands belting the bags back together. Hurried, she asked the headmistress a series of questions, picking up her small sword on the way out of the dorm along with her sack of coins.
"Where is she? Where is she going? What's the fastest way to reach her? Can I use the teleportation pads? I can pay for it."Fia looked down at the small doll, frowning slightly as she picked the smaller ... person ... into her lap, looking down at it. After a second or two, she rotated the small thing so it would be facing her instead.
Although this was awkward, it was somewhat relieving to not have to speak during a conversation. Despite Livia's encouragement, years of training had made it an incredibly uncomfortable experience for her.
