Ayame could not believe she’d been told to wait for her turn. Order of arrival be damned, a lady’s needs overrode those of any others’. The second she had expressed her wish to join, Athena should have been overjoyed to provide her with a blessing on the spot.
Not to mention, the waiting room itself was lacking. No tea or snacks were provided, and her company was less than ideal. Though they were all too talkative, the two pallums were tolerable enough, she supposed - they reminded her of children, with their tiny forms and pinchable cheeks and big eyes. The same could not be said for the chientrope though. All he had was doggy ears and a doggy tail and a doggy smell. And he was old, too! Was there anything worse than the smell of an old dog?
Ayame’s tail swished about in annoyance.
Triss, the peculiar pallum that prided himself on punching things was making conversation with the two current members of the familia, but Ayame was only partially paying attention. She wasn’t entirely over the fact that she had to settle for a cushioned chair, instead of a comfortable couch to lounge on. From the sound of it, the conversation wasn’t too fruitful anyway. The old mut and the pallum girl were tight-lipped on whatever they’d done to impress the goddess.
The dog had probably just wagged his tail and fetched a ball or something. That’s what they tended to do.
By now, the conversation on the other end of the room had taken a strange turn, and so Ayame chose to shut her ears before she could be tainted with forbidden information regarding their goddess. Instead, her mind fell back to the bit about having to prove herself. Not only had she no idea why, she hadn’t the slightest clue as to how - so she’d appreciated the pallum doing the dirty work and trying to ask about it. Perhaps he’d make for a good servant. She’d gone without one of those long enough.
Anyway.
She crossed her arms. If her natural charm was not impressive enough to grant instant acceptance, Ayame could only guess that the requirement was to do a deed of some sort. Would she need to help someone, perhaps? If so, she wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea - provided the one she helped was deserving of it, and the task itself wasn’t too taxing. Were there any dying kids around? A magic show for one or two of those ought to do the trick.
She heard the shuffling of feet and turned to glance towards the source of the sound just in time to see Dahlia rushing out of the building. Oh, so she was done? Ayame straightened in her seat. She better be called for next. The dog smell was getting unbearable.
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