With a soft tune on her lips and a warm beast at her back Little Feather had excused herself a long time before the first years had even started to arrive. She had sought out solace by the water’s edge, summoning Lion to keep her company she was playing her flute for his entertainment causing the daemon to purr happily from his place behind her. The large beast was laid on his belly, curled around his summoner as she played a tune for him. [i]Shouldn’t you be in there scoping out the competition?[/i] He grumbled to her, flicking his tail round to rest over her thighs. Little Feather pulled her flute away from her lips, snuggling back against the dark pelt of her demonic companion. “You know I don’t view them as competition” She stated to the Ewah, glancing at him as he curled his head round towards her resting it against the hard ground he blew a puff of warm air through his nose. 

[i]You should, there are many here that hold more power than you [/i] He pointed out with a rumble. Little Feather smiled at the daemon, causing the five lines of face paint that occupied her colored cheeks to contort as she did. She had two short red lines on either cheek with two yellowy/green lines beneath them and another long line across the bridge of her nose, she had decided against wearing her full headdress today instead choosing a simple braided band with a few eagle feathers carefully wound into it. The design didn’t clash with the simple black dress the Lakota had chosen to wear, she had opted out of wearing shoes today as well in all honesty she rarely wore them anyway.

She reached out and ran her hand across the daemons broad head, pulling an appreciative purr from his throat. “Yes, but as long as we stay out of their way we’re no threat to them” She murmured to him, raising an eyebrow at the beast as he grumbled his disapproval. [i]Wendy won’t stand for it and you know it Cub, you should pay more mind to the competition[/i] He growled at her lifting his head and rubbing his moist nose against her face, causing her to squeak in protest and bat his muzzle away. “OK, Ok, I’ll pay more attention” She huffed at him, rolling her eyes as his jowls lifted into a grin.

[i]Good, now play me another song [/i] He purred at her, resting his head on the ground once more as an amused smile danced across the Lakota’s lips before she pressed her flute back to them. She wasn’t even halfway through her next tune when the alarm bell sounded, she dropped the flute from her lips groaning and flopping back against Lion as his head shot into the air and his ears pricked. “Why now?” She complained, simply falling onto her back as the daemon pulled himself to his feet. With her dark ashen hair fanned out around her, she looked as if she had no intention of moving. Lion towered above her; he was easily the same height as a large pony with the muscular build of a bear, his large onyx colored horns glinted in sunlight as he looked around, ruby red eyes focusing on the other students already flooding out of the main building. 

[i]Cub come on! We’re losing our advantage [/i] Lion growled turning on the spot and nudging the young Lakota’s side persistently. She sighed heavily at the daemon; she was feeling rather content where she was. “We can afford to miss this one Lion” She told him slowly dragging herself onto her feet. [i]Wendy won’t like it[/i] The beast grumbled resorting to dirty tactics, he knew the girls fear of the other daemon would kick her into action. “...You’re not as nice as you pretend to be, you know that right?” Little Feather huffed at the daemon, prodding him in the side before she effortlessly vaulted onto his back waving her bare feet through the air as she brought her knees up so her dress didn’t ride up her thighs. 

She held her flute tightly in one of her hands sliding the fingers of her other hand into Lion’s rich crimson mane. “Come on then, seek it out” She encouraged him, barely keeping herself seated as he spun on the spot bounding onto the bridge, deliberately releasing a low roar to scatter a few unsuspecting first years. “Was that really necessary?” Little feather murmured, as Lion slowed attempting to catch the intruding daemons scent. [i]Nope, but I enjoyed it immensely [/i] Was the Ewah’s grumbling response as he set off to find the daemon everyone was so eagerly searching for. To the outsider it probably appeared as if Little Feather was talking to herself, taking her daemons strange rumblings and grumblings as answers to her questions.