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Botanist And Bards

Gracie wasn't surprised as her sleeve was tugged on slightly. It was the usual way the princess managed to gather someone's attention. It would take some work to fix this nervous habit, but the message was a little surprising. A bad storm? They needed to keep moving?

For a second the maid considered questioning why and asking what this wild goose chase was about - the sky was clear as day. But Isabella wouldn't beat past her natural nervousness for something she didn't believe in.

Gracie interrupted some of the soldiers as they erected their tents, instructing them to continue marching amongst their confusion. As they prepared to continue moving and returned to their march, was there anything the Princess would try to do in the meantime as she held the powerful sword?

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Meowka's tail went back and forth happily until the poor cat was poked a few times, flinching and letting out a slight yelp before retreating back to her own chair and taking a small drink, looking away afterwards with crossed arms and puffed out cheeks. How wasn't it the time or place for a good, genuine pampering for the world's best prowler of the night? "It -it's fine! I was just trying to make you feel better anyways!"

Despite pretending not to care however, it would be incredibly apparent and obvious to the teacher that her familiar was constantly looking back towards her as if waiting for something. Despite her soberness, it was rather apparent that she had some emotions about this issue.

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Meowka gave Mistress Katherine a slight glare, but the smile quickly returned as she took another satisfactory bite of the fish and ate it all quickly before feeling the slight tiredness of a person with a full stomach overcome her quickly. "I'm a prowler of the night! I deserve the highest quality meals!" It would be obvious to the cat's owner however that Meowka was just giving her a hard time.

With a stretch of her back and a little bit of purring the cat gave Miss Katherine a slight smile and took a long drink as she emptied her mug. The night prowler knew she wasn't some weak lightweight, after all.

"Mmmmeeeeeeooooowwwwww?" The cat looked towards the teacher with some curiosity and twitching ears. She wasn't supposed to get on the table, right? There was one thing that would make this night better, however. And that thing? Some well deserved pampering. After taking a swing from the next mug that was placed down the girl got out of her chair and crawled beneath the table on all fours before placing her upper body in Katherine's lap. "Meow?"

Her ears would twitch slightly. If it too long for the other woman to get the message, she would feel the sober girl's head rub against her affectionately for a few seconds before looking with large eyes expectantly into the archwizard's.

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Plan to kill? Meowka blinked a few times, but ultimately removed herself from the table as requested. And found the food placed in front of her after a slight glare at the waitress who hurried off after a moment.

What was wrong with being on the table? It was a nice, high place, and was worthy of her taking it as a perch? It was a little confusing to the cat, but she let off a slight shrug as she looked at the fish hungrily and began to dig in. Goodness, it was wonderful not to have to struggle every day on the streets for your next meal, wasn't it?

It would be rather apparent to Mistress Katherine that her previous assessment that Meowka would enjoy the food was correct as a wide smile spread across her face and her tail went back and forth.

Botanist And Bards

As the maid gave instructions to the other campers she looked over towards the princess, as if slightly concerned but remaining there to help with possible and necessary arrangements, puffing out her cheeks in slight frustration as Edith gave her a little bit of verbal trouble before obeying the order.

The blade remained silent for a short period of time, as if contemplating what was going on as much as the princess was. It was becoming more and more apparent that she was totally foreign to this land - after such a long time, it was impossible to simply look at a person and make sense of it. The changes always seemed to blend together.

The winged sword however seemed to have other thoughts as a voice entered the mind of it's wielder. "Your Highness, a castle or cave would be more appropriate for this occasion." The sword seemed to speak as if it was utterly confident that this should be heeded. There was a slight pause from the sword as it continued. "A couple of miles ahead there is a fortress we could stay at."

The princess would get the notion that the sword had more to say, but it remained silent in her hands as they were nearby the horse.

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The cat watched Lady Sorcha ask Luna for more to drink and let out a sigh - she'd probably end up taking care of them, wouldn't she? It was her job of course, but now that the laughing was over she could actually return to eating her food as the other two began to share in their merry making.

This was some damn good fish, at least. The kitten let out a slight smile as she continued to eat, keeping a watchful eye on the other two and making sure they didn't take this too far, but otherwise remaining silent.

Meowka raised an eyebrow as her mistress listed off the people who could take her head with ease including ... her father? The cat had more questions about what was going on there, but took a sip of her own drink and letting her ears twitch as she was hit by an unusual taste. As Miss Katherine continued to speak though the question was dropped, Meowka instead paying attention to the way she spoke about the headmistress made the prowler of the night blink a couple of times.

Did she ... admire her ... maybe love? The cat let out a smirk as she came to that conclusion. Of course this woman wasn't more powerful, her mistress was just head over heels for her! Whoever this 'Livia' was probably wasn't nearly as powerful as the woman who had captured her - because obviously only the most powerful magician could manage such a feat equivalent to slaying dragons! It was clear the woman who had collared her was simply being modest, and it was honestly quite cute.

She took another couple of drinks before leaning across the table and grabbing one of the wizard's hands into her own. She spoke in a slightly mischievous voice as her tail swished behind her lifting the dress somewhat. "Your modesty is so cute, Mistress Katherine!" The cat crawled up onto the table on all fours, apparently having little room for manners in her mind as she leaned closer to the archwizard as if to say some sort of secret, but still speaking in the same voice. "I think I'd like any woman you are so clearly in love with, 'Powerful Teacher'." The cat let off a wind as she remained on all fours, the look of an epiphany running across her body as her eyes went wide for a moment and her tail standing up high. "... are you too nervous to confess! Maybe Meowka could help with that!"

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Sel frowned as she watched her familiar growl at her and then retreat under the bed. Let Ayumi play with them? What did she mean? Still though, she was entirely surprised by this but based on the way Sly was acting the mage figured she'd want to be left along for a bit. After a couple of minutes of standing awkwardly the girl finally spoke. "I'm ... I'm going to go out for a bit ..."

With that, the mage left the room and closed the door behind her - it'd probably be nice to give Sly a chance to breathe after all, wouldn't it?

Maoin burst out in laughter again as the banter continued, lowering her head against the table and laughing into her arms at the absurdity of the situation rendered completely unable to respond as Lady Sorcha and Lady Lightsword continued to speak. Eventually though, the cat managed to catch her breath as she gave the dragon a smile. "So I'll get to keep my job? Yay!" Maoin let out a slight cheer before returning to laughter once more unable to maintain any degree of seriousness for the conversation.

Meowka puffed her cheeks out at the archwizard. "Well like I said I'm no maid! Besides, you have your dolls for that. I'm the prettiest pet who is meant to live a pampered life, Mistress Katherine. Unless you need me to like, spy on your crush or something. I can do that." The other woman's insult didn't seem to work on the cat as she stuck her neck out proudly and showed off the collar. "But shouldn't an archwizard like yourself be the most powerful one here? I've heard of the headmistress, but surely your power is beyond hers!"

The night prowler gave off a confident grin. "With your power and my stealth surely we can instate you as headmistress - then you'll be able to give me the full pampering I deserve." It was entirely possible one of the headmistress' spirits was observing this entire conversation and dying of laughter.

Botanist And Bards

Gracie watched as Isabella looked down towards the sword, as if consulting it before answering her. Or was it simply her usual nervousness? The maid looked towards the sky though after her highness' comment - it was a completely clear and beautiful day, wasn't it? For a moment she allowed her white hair to be blown slightly in the breeze before analyzing Isabella one more time.

It was an odd request, but it fell into the 'so far out there' category that it seemed somewhat believable. She wasn't exactly what sort of storm she was talking about and in truth had no idea how to seek out shelter if they needed it, but there was someone who hopefully would. "Of course your highness. I will alert the others." As she curtsied and turned away she looked around the caravan - bingo. The cartographer.

The maid approached the cartographer with a neutral expression before expanding on what the princess wanted. "Her highness is concerned about the possibility of a storm and deems that shelter is appropriate for the occasion." The maid found herself looking at the perfectly clear sky one more time, but as her eyes hardened at the annoying woman before her it would be rather apparent that it wasn't simply a request.

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Selvina sat up out of her bed and walked over to the windowsill, looking down at the fox. No, SHE had wanted to go to sleep. This fox wasn't getting away that easy. The mage lifted the small fox up by the scruff of her neck in a way that hopefully wouldn't be harmful. The moment she heard a loud and painful yelp she dropped Sly, giving her a look of confusion. There ... there wasn't anything wrong with her ... was there?

The mage couldn't see a sign of any injury she had agitated, at least.

Maoin's mouth dropped slightly as she watched the knightess pet Lady Sorcha. And called her cute. Normally the servant would try to give a little defense for her mistress but ... looking at how her mistress was acting the kitten found herself trying to contain herself as her owner complained - it was rude to laugh at one's lady but also because there was food in her mouth.

She swallowed the bite of fish she was on before pounding one of her hands against the table and feel her cheeks flush in an attempt to get rid of the energy. A second after puffing her cheeks up to help contain herself, the black haired girl burst into laughter and nearly fell out of her chair as a result, small tears beginning to run down her cheeks. "M-miss L-Luna! Don't! B-be mean to m-my mis-mistress!"

The cat could barely speak between her bouts of laughter and completely stopped trying to resist it as she put up a token resistance against the knightess' 'cruelty'.

The dog-girl waitress seemed to relax as the human came across as much more reasonable than her cat companion, letting out a slightly sigh. Meowka's cheeks seemed to puff up slightly as her mistress commented on 'Quantity over Quality' but she didn't vocalize whatever her complaint was. "A chef's special and the Catfish Cashing coming right up ma'am!" With another look from Meowka, the girl hurried off to go fetch their drinks and submit their order.

The cat let off a small sigh folding her arms for a few seconds silently before grabbing one of the beverages from the dog-girl's hands as the puppy placed the other one in front of Miss Katherine before scurrying off. "You don't think I care about quality, mistress?" The girl looked over at the older woman before turning her head away. "Well, I suppose I ended up with you, so you're probably right about that." The night prowler had a grin running across her face as she returned a smile to the archwizard, hoping that she managed to get the better of the other woman for once.

Botanist And Bards

Gracie's eyes turned upwards at the situation ahead on the road - a man seemed to collapse ahead of them, but the guards headed forward and a blinding light followed soon afterwards. A little tension built in her throat as she looked around nervously, hoping this wasn't a bad sign for them. As soon as Prescott ... and Tripp, right? As soon as they started to bury the man she let out a sigh of relief - hopefully they wouldn't do such a thing if there hadn't been a problem.

Though the sword Isabella was looking at was a bit ... strange, at least. Had it been the object that had given off the as they approached it? Even from a short distance away, it was rather apparent the weapon was gorgeous and beautiful. Just like the person holding it - that was her pride and work after all - although the princess seemed considerably more nervous than the object she possessed.

It would be easier to continue to walk and ignore her lady's obvious plea for help, but she knew how 'her nervous highness' always depended on her. With a slight breath of frustration she let out a small sigh and sped up her walk so she'd catch up to Isabella. She walked silently for a few seconds but then broke the still air with her voice. "Apologies your highness, but something seems to be troubling you." Her introductions were always formal, but they had known each other long enough that it wasn't necessary to maintain that. "Is there something you need to talk about, Isabella?" It was hard to get the woman to say anything unless you were blunt and direct with her.