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Botanist And Bards

Aislinn was a little surprised as she looked at her red face. Then when she started explaining more she seemed ... nervous ...? The content of what she was saying was a little terrifying, but the native found herself slightly distracted. "Well, I'm sure a proud black haired girl who ties up poor native girls with rope for fun will survive this small little bit of poison then!" The pink haired girl gave Charlotte a smile - it was hard to tell if she was trying to insinuate something or not.

As the other woman began to calm down though Aislinn looked towards the tattoos - they still had a little light in them! With a big smile the native gave Charlotte a look with big eyes. "Wait! Strip! Look at the pretty designs!" As if to demonstrate, the native removed her dress and pointed to some of the designs on her chest and thighs as she made them activate. "I'd just like to look at my work of art! Make sure there aren't any imperfections, you know?"

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Aislinn frowned as Charlotte said she would be leaving early the next day. It was unfortunate but ... as the black haired woman stood and stared at her for a few seconds the native started to worry. Were the potions having a residual effect on her mental processes? "Is something wrong Charlotte?" The pink haired girl blinked before guiding the taller woman to the makeshift bed and making her lay down. "You don't look so well. It's probably best to turn in for now. Is there anything you need, friend?" She tilted her head and gave off a smile as she sat down on the edge of the bed with the black haired woman and let a little concern run across her face.

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Selvina smiled as Gwynn made a joke, but the smile dropped once more as she described the events with her kitten. And then there was a small outburst. "She did WHAT?!" The very idea was absurd to the magierprinz. "I'm-I'm sorry. That's just probably the stupidest thing I've heard any familiar do." Goodness, that was simply not acceptable. Confessing your feelings was alright although mildly inappropriate ... but trying to kill yourself and causing your master a ton of guilt? What sort of familiar did she think she was? The mage nodded for a couple of seconds. "I'm sorry she put you through that."

The noble kicked their feet out for a few seconds before remembering the rest of what Gwynn had said. "We aren't betrothed anymore, but you helped me in my time of need. Of course I'll come along. The name is Lady Selvina though - I know you remember me as Swen, but I've had that time of the month by now and I deserve to be recognized for that." It had been incredibly terrifying and somewhat painful. She hadn't really spoken to anyone during that time period. "I ... I just might need to ask the Headmistress about this. I recently went on a trip of my own and fell behind on schoolwork. I could lose my A honor role ..." The girl curled up slightly as she thought about that tragedy.

Maoin let out a soft purr as she was petted - Lady Sorcha didn't seem to mind her doing a little begging if it was cute - and pressed her head into the hand that felt so nice with a slight twitch of her ears. She heard something about a dinner and a sparring practice, but as she hugged her mistress those things obviously didn't matter. "Merrww?" She had even gotten presents this day, although the dragon seemed to insist on delivering them in a manner to maximize teasing.

Rewards were rewards though! The cat seemed happy enough as she allowed her tail to wrap around her owner.

Fia's breath caught up as Ritsa asked her back - she hadn't really thought about how to respond in the case that someone did that, although it was obviously the only natural way for the conversation to go at this point. "Uhh Ummm ..." It probably wouldn't be nice to shatter what was likely Ritsa's innocent view of the world. And the memories themselves were painful to bring up. "... headmistress ... rescued me ..." Fia gulped a little bit before continuing. "... a 'bad man' ... caged me ..." There wasn't really another way to explain what happened without possibly hurting Ritsa.

... I'm doing it for me though ... It was easier to repress those memories than deal with them, wasn't it? It would be apparent to the Hydra however that the phoenix wasn't feeling very comfortable about this entire subject.

Meowka had obviously expected some sort of reaction, and although the woman's initial reaction wasn't what she had wanted the cat wasn't too disappointed.

When her face was pushed firmly into position however her breaths became shallow as they stared at each other in a manner that would easily be considered too close for comfort. Belonging to her now? Yep, she'd be a good little obedient pet, wouldn't she? Katherine would feel the release of buildup of fear as she was released from the firm but gentle grasp of her mistress' hands.

The downwards feeling remained until her chest was poked by that other woman, at which point Mistress Katherine would feel a poke back on her own chest as the kitten smirked at her. "Well, aside from fantasizing about what this smooth kitten is going to wear Mistress is there anything else you'd like to do today? Maybe buy your cat a delicious dinner and a day at the spa?" Meowka had a hopefully look on her face as she stated these things to the archwizard.

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Selvina listened to Lady Gwynn attentively as she spoke, a frown crossing her face. 'Irish Demons'? It didn't sound good, to say the least. That was similar to the conclusion she had reached during her studies, however.

When Gwynn's eyes narrowed though Lady Selvina gulped before forcing herself to become steeled for what would likely be a very painful moment in the next few seconds. Still it was the right thing to do. It had helped her in the library at least.

The scholar wrapped her former betrothed with a hug, squeezing tightly as she did so and not letting go for the moment. "Look, Gwynn ... I know you've been through a lot recently. I don't know why you got rid of Maoin, but I'll believe that you honestly thought it was for the best of both of you. I'm sorry you lost your cousin and learned of this curse. And I'll say that perhaps your father had this coming." If anything bad happened, it would be her own fault wouldn't it?

"I don't know what this job you went on really was, but you don't seem happy. You look like you are in pain. And that look in your eyes is ... dangerous. And you're not in a fight. So please, calm down." The mage looked at Gwynn as they were wrapped in a hug.

Ideally, Gwynn would lose that murderous look in her eyes and talk about life, as annoying as that could be. In reality, she'd probably get stabbed in the next couple of seconds.

"Well I can't help you too much with that, I'm afraid. Le Clothe works in fabric, but this blacksmith of yours would likely be able special order it. Will cost a fortune though - you may be discussing a trade of a favor rather than a price. If your parents give you that large of an allowance Lady Lightsword so that is a simple purchase, than could you please send just a bit my way?" The man chuckled a bit at what was clearly a joke - it had been intended to be in good humor. "Either way, the fabric needs to be strong enough to support a variety of metals - but I can handle that. I'll talk to him for ya and see what we can work out here, alright?"

The kitten approached Lady Sorcha during the conversation, looking up at her with big eyes and rubbing her head just a little against the powerful woman's right arm as she looked up happily.

Fia listened to Ritsa's story as her hair was washed out - it felt very nice, but the hydra's version of storytelling seemed ecstatic and prone to horrible inaccuracies. But ... cold and lonely? The phoenix wasn't sure what she meant by that, but the hydra would find her receiving an understanding look if she happened to be paying enough attention.

And luckily the rescue at the end of the tale. Cynthia simply started and told the happy part of her story, at which the crimson haired girl nodded. It wasn't as if they were obligated to tell her or anything. "... anyways ... thanks ..." Gods, this felt pleasant.

Of course she wasn't unappealing to the eyes, she was a sexy-

WHAT?

A 'busy and older look'? What did this woman want for a familiar, a cow? For a couple of seconds Meowka fumed. Well, what was wrong with lithe and dexterous, huh? Besides, there was nothing wrong with not having a rack the size of the larger fruits from those stands she robbed from periodically. Right!? How was one supposed to move around with one of those pairs, anyways? It wasn't as if she had eate-

As she was called a 'cute little daughter' though she calmed down a little bit from a slight anger to a little understanding. It ... it seemed like her mistress was sincere. Meowka of course was still upset because of the previous comment, but if it meant receiving 'tons of outfits'? Sure! Meowka grinned as they approached the counter and waited impatiently for them to finish bartering. As Katherine presented the collar to Meowka she proudly exposed her neck for the ornate object.

She blinked in surprise when it was placed. The name tag changed as normal, but something was off. The first was that after a minute the archwizard would have a constant update on her familiar's position, but Meowka wasn't aware of that. The thing that surprised the kitten was how it magically locked in place. A slight tug revealed that the simple buckle wouldn't pull at her hands.

For a moment she panicked visibly until she looked towards her mistress with plenty of bravado and shoved her hip out to make sure it and the thighs would not be unnoticed. "But how would this thin and dexterous and daughterly body hurt you? Didn't you say your bed was large enough for the two of us not to touch?" The girl gave as innocent of a smile as possible. "Wait you probably want to run your hands over your smooth pet at night and cuddle up against her, don't you Mistress Katherine?! She placed both hands over her mouth as if in shock. "Or-or were you thinking of playing with me mistress! Don't worry, I always am willing to return your attention - I'll rub back. Maybe even include a few licks."

The wizard probably wasn't surprised by the cat's attempt to be confusingly seductive or her rowdiness. She would probably be a little surprised as the night prowler walked up close and licked her on the neck though.

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Aislinn frowned when Charlotte said she doesn't have times for her games. Who was this Delphi character then? The native frowned slightly before deciding it probably didn't matter a lot as she continued and drank an 'antidote'. The pink haired girl simply hoped she wasn't about to fall into another fit. As the black haired girl began to relax though, the girl felt a bit of relief.

Though as the she began to say she was going to leave the native felt a little sadness well up in her chest. She tried not to cry. She tried harder.

Only a few tears dropped as she gripped her friend tightly.

"You aren't hard to deal with, friend. Except maybe that one time you tied me up ..." The girl smiled at what had been a scary memory. "And it was nice to have you around. Make sure you make those tattoos stay useful, alright? Only dresses for now on!"

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Selvina listened patiently to Lady Gwynn explain the circumstances - she really questioned what happened between the noblewoman and her cat, but ... but a master had the right to get rid of their servant no matter what the circumstances were. She was a little confused about how it would be better for them not to see each other again and the way Gwynn spoke ...

... maybe it was just a prior impression, but she had seemed a lot happier at their dinner date when she gave silly orders. Or even on their trip to Greece. Perhaps it had been better for the cat, but the noble didn't seem to happy herself. Ask ... ask her later. She is obviously giving you the quick version for a reason. Either way, she continued to describe her adventures at which the mage blushed a little towards the end. The redness in her cheeks disappeared as she finished the tale.

A dead cousin too? And ... a letter? Lady Gwynn would watch Sel's eyes quickly read the small thing - her family suffering from a curse?

Never finding riches on the land?
Finding your end at the sea?
And never managing to have a suitable male heir?

Selvina seemed a little stunned, but after rereading the letter she nodded. "I ... well, there's two things. There's probably a portal in your lands to the land of the fairies. Not a surprise since it is Ireland. The other thing might be more relevant to you however."

After taking a brief look over her own notes the girl nodded. "It was said that your house is in possession of the blade Fararach ... owned previously by the god Manannan Mac Lir - a sea god of the celtic pantheon. I'm from Germany so I don't know a lot about the subject, but it was said he was associated with the Fomorians if that means anything to you?"

She let of a sigh. "I'm not sure how helpful that is or even how true it is though. But if there's a hint of truth to that story it makes sense."

For a couple of seconds the mage debated what she was going to do next before wrapping an arm around her former betrothed hopefully to comfort her. "Hey, if you need to talk to or just some company you are welcome to stay here." She gave what was hopefully an encouraging smile.

Le Clothe looked towards the dragoness. "She can pick what colors she chooses ... and the ability to place armor within ..." For a few seconds the man was in thought before nodding. "The bottom of the dress itself could be constructed so plates could be placed in then removed - hanging armor is incredibly effective. A breastplate could always cover the upper body ... perhaps it could be splinted?" The man seemed to be in thought as he examined his notes. "I am no metalworker, but perhaps I could contact Godwin after getting your measurements and we could work together to commission a piece for you? We should have something ready by the festival, if that's your concern."

Maoin simply seemed happy Lady Lightsword was seriously considering this, moving over to Lady Sorcha and nodding along with her as she spoke.

The Phoenix nodded, allowing her hair to be played with however Cynthia chose. Still though, now that the maid seemed like a nice person Fia found herself feeling a little curious. And Ritsa wasn't so bad either, even the enthusiastic young hydra had managed to calm down somewhat. The girl found her curiosity piqued a little bit.

"... so ... what is your ... stories ...?" Was that the right way to phrase what she was asking the pair of them?

Meowka nodded her head. Of course she liked that sort of dress! Why else would she have picked it? Although as the archwizard began her process of analysis the cat posed slightly with a smile. "Well aren't you glad your pet is such a cutie, Mistress Katherine?" Meowka was obviously speaking with a little bit of sarcasm as she did so before switching to a more serious tone.

"And besides, the rags I normally had offered far more exposure. This is rather modest for me but I knew you'd like my selection." The cat took a more sexy stance with a grin, getting into the act of being some sort of horny familiar. "Would my mistress prefer to see more of this smooth skin, though? I obviously require more than one outfit."

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Aislinn looked at Charlotte clearly upset. "A bit too much!? My hair turned crimson from just being near it! Don't fool yourself!" The native gripped more tightly onto her friend than before as if she was concerned that letting her go meant the same thing would happen again. "No more, alright!?"

It took a couple of minutes of the clearly upset girl calming down for Aislinn to respond to the second question. "Cait ... I've been taking care of her. She's still recovering. Outside of that, I've been wondering around the woods and trying to gather herbs ... I met this strange lady named Delphi, she was a lot of fun!" It would probably surprise how calm and mature Aislinn was sounding, at least at first. "She told me to say hi to you!"

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Selvina looked over Lady Gwynn and after a few seconds nodded. She ... was she drunk? The mage let out a sigh before taking a look over at the fox and handing her some money. "Go buy some food for the both of us, Sly." It would be apparent to the fox however how the mage was basically telling her to get out of their hair. A brief look at the table of charms made the Lady wonder what she was up to, but she let out a sigh.

If the fox left after a few seconds the mage would go to sit down on her bed. "You ... you don't look so well Lady Gwynn." Sel let a small smile fall across her face as she continued. "I know that I've changed more than a little, but you look like you just joined a tasteless band of pirates and abandoned society as a whole." Her hair was cut short and the girl was dressed as some sort of ruffian. "I'm just surprised that your cat - Maoin, right? I thought she'd be taking better care of you than this ... Is something wrong that you ... you can't tell her?" The mage knew that sometimes the mage had difficulty speaking to her pet. And it was probably best to understand what was going on before they delved into research.

Selvina of course was completely out of the loop. She had no idea what had happened between Lady Gwynn and Maoin, and was just going off her most recent information.

Maoin seemed to be going around Luna again, as if measuring her with her eyes. "Lady Sorcha! We are in LeCLothe's clothing store right now, why don't we ask him about it!" Le Clothe after all was an expert in clothes weather or not something similar to it has existed in the past.

As if on cue, the man approached the group. "I'm sorry, I heard you guys discussing a new set of clothing. Do you require some help?" The man was relieved that the familiar although dressed in a slightly skimpy manner wasn't walking around in his store like she was about to sell herself on the streets. "Something about a dress for our fine Lady here?" The man gestured over to Lunalel, as if confirming it.

Maoin's tail shifted excitedly and looked towards Lunalel hopefully with twitching ears in a hope that being cute incarnate would convince her.

Fia frowned as she was denied further treatment, but allowed herself to obediently start sinking into the pool and washing the oils off. She was a little jealous of Ritsa at the moment, but the phoenix decided to let out a sigh. She supposed she could always find a day when Cynthia wouldn't have to pay attention to anyone else, couldn't she? Still though, it wasn't her fault that the servant didn't have more than 24 hours in a day. "... relax Ritsa ... Cynthia has ... magic hands ..."

Still, at least she'd be having her hair done. Perhaps her and Livia could dress up together? Ritsa really didn't have many other clothing options - she seemed to wear an article of clothing that seemed to come straight out of her dreams instead.

Meowka seemed a little saddened as Katherine didn't really appear interested in helping her out ... of course not! She was a proud and independent night crawler! She could make her own decisions. A collar was snatched off the table as she held it out towards her new mistress. "This one!" She had chosen a black leather collar with small silver spikes jutting out of it and there was a small pink trim along the sides - the front had a pink heart shaped buckle that a leash or similar object could be attached and a small name tag already hung from. The name tag glowed for a second as she picked it up, and new writing appeared on it.

Meowka, Familiar of
Miss Katherine Lindall
of St. Sappho Academy

The fact it had an enchantment meant it was likely expensive, but at least if she got lost after a night of drinking someone would be able to return her home.

Did she like dresses? The cat seemed a little perplexed as she approached the racks of clothing. Obviously a master of choosing clothes, she picked out something that looked interesting off the racks that didn't seem so long as to interrupt her movement. The article of clothing itself was a dress that had no shoulder straps, and although covered the chest and the back reasonably left the shoulders completely exposed. The bottom however ended just at her knees, and there were slits up the side to provide ... views of her thighs for those who were interested. The dress itself was colored as a combination of black and pink as well.

"Dresses? Like this?"

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Aislinn watched as the black haired woman chugged the offered beverage a bit too quickly for what was likely healthy, the native girl concerned it would make her sick. It seemed her condition improved a little after it though, so the native let out a sigh of relief.

Of course the relief was gone the moment the other woman tried to stand up. "Don't!" Charlotte quickly collapsed back down to the ground though where the younger native helped lower her into a sitting position with guiding hands. Aislinn then wrapped her in a hug and gave her a disapproving stare as she looked at the other woman with great concern. "A bad idea? It looks like you almost died! What were you trying to do, Charlotte?"

She figured the explanation probably wouldn't make a lot of sense to her though so she let out a sigh. "I'm going to stay here and take care of you for a bit. You don't look like you are doing so well, and you still feel like a fire." One of Aislinn's hands reached up to Charlotte's head and rested there for a moment.

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Sel frowned as the hound left her home, obviously upset. Largely because her hand stung rather severely. For a few moments the mage considered following her, but the fox and her prior ... current betrothed restarted their conversation once more.

She'd have to find Eith later. She had intended to have a conversation with her as well - but it seemed such a plan backfired. She hoped she wouldn't find the hound hungry on the streets or anything.

"C-cute? What do you mean not enough on the top! No, I'm not speaking to her again!" A furious blush ran across Sel's cheeks as she looked between the pair of them. Though when Lady Gwynn's voice died down and she spoke more seriously the girl raised an eyebrow. Now she was interested?

For a few seconds the mage paused before putting her mind together. It probably would be best for the fox to be given only a limited account of things that were going on - Sel didn't exactly trust her. "Perhaps you could take me out to dinner as we discuss this, then?" The girl seemed to gather some notes off of her table. "After all, isn't that how you should treat a lady?" Sel gave a small smile, hoping her ploy would work.

Then she gave a look over towards her familiar. "I want you to stay here. We'll talk later - there's food in the pantry." It would be rather apparent the mage had some sort of beef with the fox as she turned back towards Lady Gwynn expectantly, one of her hands clearly available to be held if the woman wanted to guide her.

Maoin leaned into the pets with a smile, not really paying attention to the banter between Lady Luna and her mistress at the moment. She sighed in relief as the dress was passed back and she quickly put it on - it was extremely well fitting, which was a little surprising to the servant.

Also, it wasn't exactly the most covering of things nor was she entirely comfortable, but she decided not to mention that. Though a slight blush might make that apparent. Her attention quickly changed though as her ears perked up and her tail moved enthusiastically.

"A dress? Lady Luna? Oh! I can help!" Maoin practically jumped in place. "Please! I'm really really really good at this!" The thought of helping someone else dress up seemed to distract the cat completely from her prior predicament as various outfits ran through her mind.

Fia gulped and tried to force herself to relax as the maid began to rub her back. That probably wouldn't surprise anyone. What surprised her was how well it worked. Gods, this felt nice. If only she could have this treatment every day. Cynthia would find her enthusiastically leaning into her touch. By the time the maid asked about the lotion the crimson haired girl simply nodded, having seemed to lost most of her sense of modesty as she wasn't afraid to make happy and relaxed sounds. Blemishes? She wasn't sure she had any, but she'd make some if it meant she could be treated like this more often. She simply nodded in approval as she enjoyed herself and closed her eyes as she prepared for the next round.

If Cynthia tried to stop early she would find the Phoenix looking at her as if requesting more - it seemed like she was surprisingly in for the entire royal treatment.

Meowka obviously knew what sarcasm was but was a little surprised when she realized she hadn't caught onto it. The cat decided to toss any concerns why that might be out of her mind as she allowed the Archwizard to guide her to the familiar store.

Aside from various devices that would normally be found with pets the clothes were also specialized - many had tail holes and were designed to appear as if they were intended to be worn by a servant or to make the pet feel vulnerable purposefully. She didn't look around a lot at the moment as she followed her mistress over to where all the collars were taking a look at them.

The white one with sapphires was nice, but didn't contrast enough with her skin to show properly and didn't match her hair. The one with the bell was far too submissive for her taste and would defeat the entire point of her sneaking around. And besides, such collars were typically worn by unruly familiars.

Aside from those though, the cat had very little sense of taste. She'd grown up on the streets after all, and all the options looked good and only about half were clearly impractical. She seemed to shift her hands across each one as if appraising them - in the end she chose three thinner collars and couldn't pick between them.

The first one was a sort of dark teal that matched her eyes with small sapphires encrusted around it and a silver buckle on the front. The next one was metal but the connecting piece had a large pearl centered at the front. The last one was black with small silver spikes jutting out from it. None of them locked on and all of them seemed to fall into the clearly expensive category. "... I ... I need a bit longer." The girl's eyes drifted over each of them, but it was obvious this was going to take her a while. "... what do you think, Mistress Katherine?"