[IC] St. Sappho Academy, Medieval Magic Academy (Invite Only)

[Roleplayer001]

The magierprinz simply watched as Eith decided to lay down, with the apparent 'demon' simply making herself more comfortable at his statement. It would be unchivalric to force Lyssa, a lady, out of a place she considered comfortable. However it was completely unfair to force him out of his own bed when he was fairly certain she had a perfectly good one at home.

This wasn't the situation at the inn in Greece where there was no where else to sleep and only his betrothed was there. Rather, this was a situation where some random girl he just met this morning was laying on his bed, and the man had no idea how to handle it. "I'm just gonna sleep on the couch if that's alright ..."

Of course, he would probably never be quite as comfortable as either of the other girls, and he hoped Lyssa didn't try to get him to join ...

The kitten looked down as her mistress asked the question, her eyes flicking over the wood grain in the table as if she was examining it. "I can tell you-" As the tigress started to speak though, the cat's voice suddenly interrupted loudly.

"-Tazia! I need another drink!" Maoin looked up at the tigress, who left with her order and started to get back to her job. The black haired girl's eyes returned to the table though, as she started to get around to the point. Her tail went back and forth just a bit faster behind her, as if expressing a bit of excitement.

"... you know how sometimes I ... um ... serve you differently, mistress?" If the blush running across the majority of the girl's upper body wasn't enough of a hint to her owner of what sort of service she was talking about, nothing ever would be.

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Lyssa~

Unfortunately for Swen, that is exactly what Lyssa intended. Somehow she had unwrapped herself from the covers in less than a second, leaping over and covering the distance between them in a few quick bounds. Before Swen could even react, she had already wrapped him in a bear hug from behind. "Nooo, you stay in bed with Lyssa!" She giggled brightly, practically carrying him back to the bed and plopping both of them back down on it. With Lyssa's death grip, it would be difficult for Swen to escape without a little magic. Or he could probably ask really nicely.

~Cynthia~

This woman.

"If you insist on being troubling, then I will leave." Cynthia replied with an irritated sigh. "I was going to ask if, maybe you'd like...perhaps you...if you were not too busy...to see if maybe...you wanted to dine together." Dear lord, she was no good at this sort of thing. She was stumbling over her words like a school girl, wasn't she? She had no experience with this sort of thing so some blundering was expected, but this? This was something she was having trouble comprehending herself.

"Or...perhaps if you are too busy I can simply return to my duties."

~Gwynn~

Oho, this was a conversation about that, was it?

"Oh? Heh, telling Tazia how good I am with that stuff?" Gwynn replied with a confident grin. "I mean, if Tazia wants to experience it first hand I certainly don't mind showin' her, heh." That was mostly just talk though. Gwynn wasn't particularly interested, though if Tazia said yes...well, she wasn't going to say no.

~Sorcha~

"Anything she wanted?" Sorcha echoed, sounding unimpressed. "No one is capable of doing everything, and if this is a demon as you say I highly doubt they are." Granted, she had heard tales of demons being extraordinarily powerful even when compared to a dragon but she didn't believe such rumors. She had never faced one before, so she had nothing to compare it too really. "But yes, let us eat!" She said, taking a much more jovial and friendly tone. "I ate some fish from the lake earlier. By Odin's beard, those were some delicious fish!"

[Pyromania99]

Lunalel Lightsword

"Fish from the lake? Well, sounds like you had fun earlier." Lunalel said with a slight giggle. Their dinner continued on for a bit but they soon finished their food, paid and headed back home. "That was good. I've not had any fish in a while. I guess that's what comes with being inland." Well, at least the worst of it was over. Though, she'd probably think about it later. "Anything else you wanted before we retire for the night?"

Eith, The Shellagh Alpha

Eith threw her own blanket at Meal-Ticket. Less so because she liked him enough, and more so because she pitied him like any who have recieved the harsh selfishness of the Nemoriennes. Much like how she felt for herself in the past. Not like she really needed the blanket. She just liked how fluffy it felt. She looked him in the eyes for a second before laying her head down again. Truthfully, the Shellagh just wanted to get away from Lyssa but that demon was more domineering than her positive personality told.

Mugi, the Yuki-Onna

and Cynthia

”Ehh? Ahh. Anooo. . . Inviting me to dine with you? Seriously?” That was unexpected. Mugi expected the girl to call her out on being a little bit of a jokester, but this was beyond expectations. Now she her pale face even started to flush red. Why was she blushing? There was no reason for that. She blinked a few times as she stared at the maid’s face. ”I-I mean, if you’re inviting I guess I won’t say no. . .”

Well that was unexpected. It seemed the Yuki-Onna did have some sense of shame, or at least could be flustered. Perhaps a more direct approach would work here instead, then? Well, now that she wasn’t feeling so flustered herself…

“Blushing simply because someone asked you on a date?” The maid chided with a dispassionate huff. “Are you not experienced in such matters? For someone claiming to be my elder you shouldn’t be blushing like a flustered schoolgirl.” The maid sighed. Well, not like she had any more experience herself in such matters aside from…certain activities. “I…suppose that is fine, though. I am not…particularly experienced in such things myself.”

”I just. . . I’m just not use to people I’ve playing jokes on asking me out on a date.” Well, it’s not like the maid was wrong. Mugi’s never really been asked out on a date. She’s like most of her life sitting at home and living with her sisters. ”I mean, I’m sure I’m older than you, but I’ve just lived with my sisters. . . You don’t ask your sisters out on date like this. . .” What she was trying to get across was that this was the first time for her. Not that she minded at all. ”A-anyhow. Where did you plan on going?”

“…jokes?” Cynthia replied with a small frown. For a moment, she had to question whether the other girl was being serious. Was the entire things she had said before simply been a joke, then? “There’s a good place that isn’t so not far from here.” Cynthia continued with a quiet huff. “If perhaps you do not mind it being…somewhat expensive it is a fairly good place. I heard it has food from some land far to the east, though I have never eaten it myself…”

”To the east?” Mugi had to ask. That sounded vague enough to be glorious Japan. . . At the same time, it sounded vague enough to be India, China, or some other nation over that way. ”But expensive is a bit. . . I don’t really have much money. . .” She wasn’t really sure about that, honestly. She’d have no idea how to pay.

“Can’t pay for it?” She had enough money for the both of them, she was certain. Mostly because Livia tended to pay quite a bit for her services, plus she herself wasn’t too keen on buying luxuries or frivolous things. “Hm...I suppose that is fine.” She replied with a somewhat annoyed sigh. She’d question her finances later, but it was her job to be able to do such things so she didn’t mind. “But if you do not have money perhaps you should seek employment somewhere instead of bothering the public with your indecency.” The maid chided as she turned on her heels, heading in the direction of the restaurant she mentioned.

”Oh my! Thank you. . . Maid-chan!” Mugi jumped at the maid’s arm and pulled it close to her chest. Her arm was lost in the valley between two mountains and oddly, Mugi hadn’t planned this either. It just kind of happened. Mugi’s face showed some thought but seemed to have decided she didn’t know something. ”Come to think of it, I never got your name. I’d like to know the name of the person asking me out on a date”

“Cynthia.” She replied, attempting to ignore where her arm had ended up. The Yuki-Onna smiled at learning the maid’s name. “And It is quite improper to cling to someone in public so openly.” Though, she made no effort to move herself from the Yuki-Onna that tightened her grip on the girl’s arm. The walk to the restaurant Cynthia mentioned was a short one. The building itself was fairly large, though it didn’t seem to be particularly busy and just as Cynthia said, it had a distinct Oriental feel to the restaurant's atmosphere.

After exchanging words with the staff that seemed to know Cynthia, It did not take long for the two of them to be seated near the back of the restaurant. Cynthia took a seat, trying to think of something to say to start a conversation, but couldn’t come up with anything.

Mugi definitely felt this place resembled her home-country more than most of the other places. She only let go of the maid’s arm once they got to their seats and she took the one opposite Cynthia. The maid seemed to be thinking, but. . . Failed perhaps? ”So why did you choose this place?”

“It is my job to know what people like.” Cynthia replied with a dismissive scoff. Of course, she could have been completely wrong, but…she didn’t feel like she was. Knowing what people wanted was part of serving anyone. She didn’t give Mugi much time to reply, though. Now that they were here, she had something she wanted to ask. “These ‘jokes’ of yours you mentioned…what did you mean by that?”

Mugi had looked around the place in awe. Yep, they definitely used things made back in her home country. It was-- Oh, that maid was asking her a question? About her jokes? ”Oh, those? Aaaaahhh. Well, Yuki-Onna are a species both known for being tricksters and seductresses. Anyone in Japan could tell you that. We like to joke, tease and trick people. . . Though I just like to mess with people that are cute.” Well, not like she was lying. When she messed with Gwynn and Maoin, Mugi thought they were cute together and just wanted them to be honest with each other. . .

With Cynthia. . . She was just cute when she blushed. . . Though Mugi wasn’t sure if she should tell the woman that. ”That’s sort of why I’ve been like. Since you’re cute. Especially when you try putting up that tough act afterward.” Hopefully that was good enough?

There the woman went, saying she was cute again. Cynthia huffed in mild seeming annoyance, but she didn’t mind being called that, really. She just minded the fact that the other woman was intent on being a public nuisance. “I do not put up any ‘tough’ act.” Cynthia replied, after telling the waiter what she wanted to eat. “I simply take my jobs seriously, and I have little patience for those who don’t, or those who interrupt my work.”

”Well, you’re not on the job right now, are you? I rather think I’ve not been in your way, and I have no job to take seriously.” Mugi mentioned after ordering her food, glad to find something cold to suit her unique palette. ”Though I suppose I should apologize again for the flash snow. I thought everyone would enjoy it.” The Yuki-Onna seemed slightly downtrodden at that thought, but she would not let that deter her as she put the optimistic look back on her face. ”I’ve just been trying to get use to campus and meet people. I’d say most people have been openly friendly. Most people.” She emphasized again as she gave a silly look Cynthia, making an implication.

“It is not my job to be friendly, and I have little time for pleasantries.” Cynthia replied, not bothered at all by the implication. “Being blunt tends to make things faster, and I have little time to spare…usually. The headmistress has…given me the rest of the evening off from my maid duties, and I will likely have tomorrow off as well.” That meant she had to find something else to occupy her time with. It was rare when she had such time, but she was going to make the most of it. “I suppose I could try being less…severe, as some people have told me I am, but I do not see the point of it.”

”If you want to stay ‘blunt’ I won’t complain. You’re still cute as is.” Mugi said with a smile. The maid seemed unsure. ”I won’t say anything bad about you either way, though it might be nice to see you a bit more sweet.” It was almost unimaginable trying to think of this woman as anything but cold and calculating, but the Yuki-Onna had seen her blush before so anything was possible, right?

Cynthia said nothing, merely gave a small glare towards the Yuki-Onna and a huff as her face reddened slightly. She supposed she could try to be…’sweet’ later, but she didn’t entirely know how to go about doing that. At least, not in quite the way Mugi was likely describing.

Silence again, huh? This maid didn’t seem too amazingly keen on talking if she didn’t have to. Well, Mugi will have to keep the conversation up herself then. ”So, is there anything you like? Things you like to do other than your job? Things you like in people?” Mugi had to hold a laugh back at that considering the girl’s typically brazen, no, confident personality. ”If it’s a date, we might as well learn about each other.”

Right, talking. That was a thing she should at least be attempting here, shouldn’t she? One of the only things she wasn’t good at. Small talk. Things she liked to do other than her job? Difficult question. She liked…well, helping people in general but that was a silly thing to say, and not something she was going to even hint at. She needed something else then…but what? Her job left her with very little free time, but she should at least have an answer. Something that wasn’t related to her job.

“…I like writing.” Cynthia eventually replied after their food arrived. She had, on occasion, spent any time she had off writing. Sometimes just harmless little thoughts she had. Other times, she got a little more…fanciful with them. Not that those stories were ever getting the attention of the public. She wasn’t going to answer the latter part of that question. She was here with Mugi, so that answer should be obvious.

”Writing, huh? Never took you for one.” The Yuki-Onna said with a slight bit of amazement in her voice. I was never good at writing in my own language, so I never learned the writing system of any of these western languages. Otherwise I’d ask if I could read them. Hehehe.” Not that she’d have expected to get to read them anyway.

”Perhaps since I asked you I should answer the question myself.” Mugi asked, but went to thinking without a reply. ”Well, I guess for now I just like talking to people and continuing the hunt for my One. Err, my one special person. Soulmate. I guess?” Mugi giggled. Was it a silly thought perhaps? Well, maybe a little but she was happy enough to search.

“That is a foolish notion.” Cynthia replied with a harsh sounding huff. “Such things are nothing more than the idle fancies of those who have nothing better to do.” Harsh, certainly, but she had yet to be proven wrong about such things. Soulmates did not exist, and that was something she was firmly going to standby. “And you can’t even read or write – and you call yourself my elder.” Cynthia was sounding more and more displeased by the second, if her unimpressed frown was anything to go by.

“…perhaps you should get someone to teach you. How are you even attending the school if you cannot even read or write well?”

Well, even Mugi realized it was foolish, but Cynthia went about that so. . . Harshly. ”That said, you go ahead and learn three different sets of characters, one of which has a different character for every word, or a mix of different words to mean another.” Mugi pouted. She wasn’t even all too sure if she was playing around or if she were serious, though she lightened up a bit as she went around thinking about what Cynthia said. ”Wait. . . Are you offering to teach me?” She missed her chance to say something about her being able to remember things very well if one were just to tell her just to ask that question.

“It is my job to take care of troublesome students sometimes.” Cynthia replied dismissively. “…I am not familiar with the language where you are from, but I could perhaps find time to teach you the written word here.”

”Ahh.” Mugi shortly said, thinking for a few seconds before finding a reply escape her lips. ”Yea. I think that would be nice.” The Yuki-Onna said with a soft smile. She couldn’t tell what this maid was thinking most of the time, but she could tell that she wanted to help. ”I’ll be in your debt.”

“It is my job,” Cynthia dismissively replied. “You owe me nothing.” Cynthia at least seemed happy with the development. It’d be…difficult to work in something like this considering her usual schedule, but she’d find the time. “Are you free tomorrow, then?”

Well, I’m not exactly a student quite yet. So I think I can fit something in my open day. Mugi giggled. ”I don’t have my own room yet either, so I’ll just have to rest at my friend’s place again. She said, just on a bit of a tangent. Hopefully, the demon she shared a room with didn’t forget about her. . . Mugi just figured she’d see when the time came. ”Where did you want to meet up and when?

Where to meet up and when? Cynthia frowned. Well, the classroom would have been a decent place to learn, but for more private tutoring it wasn’t exactly the best place. She could always take Mugi to her room, then. She had a private room in the Headmistress’ house, after all. It would be close enough to anything they might need for the tutoring session.

“Meet me at the headmistress’ house. I have a private room there we could use.” Spending her day off teaching someone was not exactly how she imagined it, but…well. She couldn’t exactly complain.

”The Headmistress’ house? Got it.” Mugi said confidently. Perhaps the maid was right, and she needed to learn the alphabet and the written language. . . Actually, that said. She did have one question for the maid. ”Ano. . . Where is the Headmistress’ house?”

Cynthia gave Mugi a disapproving frown, but did not comment.

“I can show you after we finish here, if you wish. It is located close to the main school building.”

”Okay.”

The rest of the dinner passed in much the same manner. Cynthia would eventually have difficulty having a conversation, and Mugi would start another. For the most part, it was a pleasant date for her. The food was good, and aside from the Yuki-Onna’s teasing and constant calling her ‘cute’ and a bit of other teasing, at least. Not that she didn’t like being called cute occasionally, but it started to get tiring. Eventually they both finished, and Cynthia followed Mugi out the door. With a small bow, the maid said goodbye and headed to the bath house before retiring for the evening.

[Roleplayer001]

The magierprinz was completely surprised as suddenly 'adorable' flew in his direction in a forceful tackle, ordering him to spend ... time ... with her. The man's face was completely flushed, and he was starting to understand the sort of demon Eith had been talking about.

Soon enough, he had deposited on the bed to be forced to spend time and ... accompany ... this girl.

Surely he could handle this? Right? Just ... be a bedwarmer or something? Was he supposed to cuddle? A light weight soon covered his body as he looked over to the form of Eith, who gave him a most irritating look as he pulled the separate blanket over himself. At least he had that much for privacy.

Before Lyssa could do anything else though, he gave out the biggest and longest yawn he could manage. Leaving at this point would be unchivalric. Doing anything would be dishonorable. But there was a way out. "Alright. Well, it's past my bedtime." He practically hurled his head against the pillow at that point and did his best pretending to be asleep.

Maoin's face frowned slightly as her owner mentioned having a good time with Tazia, but the kitten forced herself to shake it off. The entire point of this night was for her lady to enjoy herself - and if she wanted to do that with her friend, that was fine, right? "... she had a little interest in me earlier ... but she doesn't deny that you are pretty ... mistress ..."

The dark haired girl shook her head again, trying to clear whatever emotion was in there. She was supposed to be a servant. THAT emotion wasn't meant to be there. "Tazia's working tonight though, but I can always arrange for you two to meet later, mistress?" Maoin gave her mistress the best and most cheerful smile she could manage, and the moment the wine was placed onto the table the kitten found herself taking a sip out of it, Tazia departing with a wink and a wave.

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Lyssa~

Lyssa had no intention of removing herself from Swens side for the rest of the night. She clung tightly to Swen's side, nuzzling his neck affectionately. "Ehehe, sleep overs are fun~" With that, Lyssa quickly fell asleep next to Swen. Her deathgrip on his body didn't seem to lessen, though.

~Gwynn~

Gwynn gave the kitten a critical look, followed by a shake of her head. Well, if Maoin said it, she wasn't going to say anything.

"Heh, someone sounds jealous, but nah. Just teasing you, Maoin. You really gotta get better at that." Instead, Gwynn leaned back in her chair...and propped her feet up on the table in quite the unlady like fashion that'd make Maoin's haed explode. She slung an arm over the chair, taking a look around the room again. Honestly, as nice as this whole dinner was...it was rather...boring. Without drinking something at least, there wasn't much of a reason to hang out around here. There wasn't anyone that particularly caught her eyes, and besides she'd prefer to be approached in the first place for a dance or whatever.

Gwynn looked at the alcohol, then back to Maoin. Well, she had of yet to eat since she got out of classes...

"Hey, this place got some food?"

~Sorcha~

"Is fish that much of a rarity for you? I could take you on a fishing trip to the coast some time. It'd be fun, and you'd get to experience the wonder of flying again!~" Sorcha impishly laughed. "But no, no dear I don't need anything else." The dragon smiled, having finished her portion of food rather quickly, despite how much she had ordered. "So yes, let us retire then. I'm feeling rather tired and I want to get up early so I can practice my flying again."

[Roleplayer001]

The kitten looked down a bit as her mistress responded, ears falling just slightly. She wasn't jealous! She wasn't allowed to be!

Of course, as soon as her owner asked the next question a plate of barbeque was placed down over her lady's shoulder, Tazia reaching over it as she delivered the food. The platter was filled with beef and pork, smoked for hours on end in a way that could only be described as delicious. Of course, the taller girl would probably be paying more attention to the lick that was placed on the back of her neck by the tigress as she left the table.

Maoin watched the entire exchange wide eyed, focusing on the food for a bit as she consumed it. Part of the way a band entered the tavern, and upon taking the stage other groups began to dance. Eventually the pair finished their meal, the kitten taking a quick look around at the other groups.

The kitten had a goal here. She began to speak, excited. She really wanted her mistress to enjoy herself. "Anyone catch your eye, mistress? The table to our right has someone waiting to dance." Indeed, there was a rather buff guy standing there, drinking something out of a mug. "Or in the corner over there is a cute lady, if that's what you are looking for!" And of course, a girl sitting there looking into her glass as if anxious waited, her short black dress hugging her skin and small ribbons decorating her hair. "Or perhaps you want something a little more adorable?" Sure enough, there was a girl probably summoned from a squirrel wearing a little pink short skirt with an extremely bushy tail and adorable little ears on her hair, looking around as if nervous.

Indeed, the tavern filled with various people to dance with by the time they finished their meal, and a small crowd had formed on the floor as they moved together. "Mistress, you have quite a selection! Dance with whoever is the most pleasant to look at, handsome or pretty!" Maoin took another sip of the wine as she waited for her owner to find someone else to enjoy the evening with.

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Gwynn~

Gwynn picked up a piece of barbecue, biting into it without a though or care if she made much of a mess. She was a bit too focused on the lick from Tazia to really take note of the flavor, but she'd definitely have to come back here later sometime. After she was done, the band arrived and people started dancing. Not really Gwynn's sort of thing, but if she was asked she certainly wasn't going to say no if someone walked up to her. The kitten seemed to have different ideas, though.

"Eh? Why would I wanna dance with any of them?" Gwynn said, removing her foot from the table and instead leaning across it. Well, if the kitten wanted her to dance...she might as well oblige her. Might be fun, but it'd be a lot more fun with someone who she could easily tease. "When I have a cute kitten in front of me?" Gwynn smirked, standing up from her chair and walking over to Maoin's side of the table. Without giving the kitten much of a chance to protest like Gwynn thought she would, she grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the chair, leading her to the dance floor.

[Roleplayer001]

The kitten had resisted the urge to comment on how her mistress had been positioning her legs, trying to be relaxed for the night. Sure, it was somewhat irritating, but this was a very casual setting and Maoin forced herself to hold everything in.

Her mistress had thought correctly though as she commented and grabbed her hand, the kitten beginning to stammer off a hurried reply. "M-mistress! I said to dance with whoever-"

Oh. OH.

The familiar's face suddenly turned red as she realized the implication of what her mistress had done. Maoin's eyes found themselves examining the floorboards, the flush spreading to her neck as the two began to move together across the dance floor to a quickly paced tune, her tails and ears going between excitement and twitching with a good kind of nervousness.

The next song was just a tad bit slower, but it was Celtic in origins and had the pairings dancing ... closely. The kitten waited to be pulled a little closer, face turned just a hair away.

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Gwynn~

"Hey, my eyes are up here Maoin." Gwynn said with a smirk as she noticed the kitten examining the floor. "I mean, I know you like my legs, but at least wait until after the dance." She wasn't one for these sorts of slower paced things - she would have liked something that would have gotten the blood flowing a bit faster but that was irrelevant for now. She could have her fun teasing the kitten.

"Ooor would you rather skip the dance," With a sharp tug, Gwynn pulled the kitten closer to her. "And get right to the fun bits?~"

[Roleplayer001]

The kitten looked up as she was instructed to do so, the still remaining flush running across her cheeks and somehow becoming even more intense as she realized everyone in the tavern would notice. She ... she hadn't been meaning to look at the legs! The cat's eyes looked into those of her mistress, although the next suggestion made any sort of mental process stop.

"Mis-Mistre-"

The kitten simply continued looking into the eyes of her mistress, saying something without sound coming out. She tried to speak again, but her voice box failed her as her ears twitched and tail swished back and forth as the music continued to play, totally embarrassed by this whole circumstance.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Tazia trying very hard not to laugh, along with one or two more members of the crowd. Unable to form words, the kitten simply pulled herself closer in the dance and buried her face into her mistress' shoulder, hoping her black strands of hair would be sufficient to hide her embarrassment.

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Gwynn~

Gwynn rolled her eyes, not very impressed by Maoin's shyness. Well, it was cute how she tried to hide her embarrassment at least. Still, for once she'd like the kitten to maybe tease her back or something. It was boring if there wasn't any witty banter being thrown around by both parties. Eh, she could deal with it though. The kittens reactions were funny enough usually, though the fact she had decided to remain completely silent instead of even trying to stutter was a bit of a turn off.

"You know, you really gotta work on that modesty of yours." Gwynn said with a small chuckle. "I mean really, at least try and tease me back or something."

[Roleplayer001]

The kitten looked back up into the eyes of her mistress, trying to follow through with that request, but words just failed to form at her lips. The furious blush still ran across her face but she found herself unable to speak and satisfy that request.

She wanted for her mistress to have a good time, right? Isn't that what a good familiar would do here? The kitten made up her mind, tail wrapping behind her owner for a few seconds as the shorter girl stood on her tippy toes, evening out their height. Then she gave her lady the most passionate, romantic kiss she could manage, holding her tight with one arm behind her back and the other behind her head.

Goodness, those lips were so sweet. And the woman herself? Irritating as hell, but pretty, honest, and a true friend. It had been a little over a year, but these past couple of months had changed a lot between them.

Maoin's feet lowered flat to the ground as the close embracing and song came to their natural end together. The familiar's flush had turned into a wide grin as she examined the wonderful woman standing in front of her. The kitten put her hands back into those of those of the mage, so they still remained touching.

A short break waited between dances, and as the two stood in the floor for a few seconds the kitten let out three words, liquid courage taking effect in her veins along with the surge of what she guessed would be a victory in that little interaction. "I love you."

Sudden and immediate regret filled the girl's eyes as she realized what she just said, the reaction making it obvious that had been intended in a certain way. Her pupils were wide, and then her head looked towards the ground suddenly. Stupid! Stupid Maoin! What was going to happen if her mistress didn't feel that way back? This was failure as a servant, a familiar, and maybe even as a friend. "Mistress I-" Was this really the right time to say that? Was there ever a right time to say that?

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Gwynn~

That, was not what Gwynn was expecting at all. Her eyes went wide, and it was her turn to blush slightly at the action. Not that she minded being kissed by a pretty girl of course, but she had wholly not been expecting this. The kitten seemed happy though, so she didn't say anything. Not that she could actually form a coherent sentence right now if she wanted too. On the other hand, the kittens newfound assertiveness was nice. On the other, the sentence that followed after was completely out of left field.

"What?" Gwynn's voice was unusually stern and serious, giving the Kitten a serious look. For a moment, the blond considered it was just the alcohol talking. Moain was a lightweight, and even just a few sips tended to make her rather tipsy, but... "O-hokay, someone's had a little too much to drink." Quickly, Gwynn pulled the kitten off the dance floor and towards the front door of the building. Talking about this in front of everyone was not a good idea. She placed some money on the table they had been sitting at, hopefully enough to cover their food and drinks, but she only had a little on her. "We're going home. Don't want to have to drag the kitten here home." She chuckled, waving bye to Tazia.

The trek home was mostly silent. If Maoin tried to protest in any fashion, Gwynn did not let the kitten leave, and talking would be fruitless. She was too busy trying to collect her own thoughts. What exactly was she trying to think of? She had no idea. This was something she was wholly unprepared for. This was gonna be one of those times for some actual serious discussion she was completely terrible at, wasn't it? Oh great. There went the somewhat pleasant evening.

Eventually the pair arrived at their dorm, Gwynn walking into the room silently and finally releasing Maoin. How did...one even start this sort of conversation?

[Roleplayer001]

Oh Gods

The kitten’s face was towards the ground, so she didn’t see her owner’s immediate reaction.  But she certainly heard a serious exclamation from her lady, and it … it didn’t sound to happy.  Soon enough, her mistress excused them from the bar, dragging her little kitten outside and on the way home.  A few times, Maoin was tempted to say something - but she could feel the silence from her mistress, and followed suit.

Eventually the pair of them re-entered their dorm, Maoin seeing the servant’s uniform still over the edge of the laundry basket.  It was a reminder of how things were supposed to be … had she really forgotten her place so quickly?

As her hand was released she shook it off, stretching the fingers instinctively.  Should she start this conversation?  Should her owner?  There was so many ways this could go wrong, and the girl suddenly felt very, very small.

Her lady had seemed mad earlier, hadn’t she?  The kitten lowered herself down to her knees, partially as a sign of submission but also because she was starting to have difficulty standing straight.  ”I …”

“That wasn’t the alcohol talking, was it?” Gwynn said with a sigh. She turned on her heel, turning to face Maoin with a serious expression. She wasn't sure how to even start, but she couldn't stay silent here. In truth, she was conflicted. She definitely liked the kitten and had gotten a little more...fond of her over the course of their stay here. She definitely got jealous when others started getting friendly with her, and she definitely didn't mind spending time with her when she wasn't nagging her every action about what she wanted and her lifestyle.

But love?

Gwynn was conflicted. She didn't think love was the right words to describe her own feelings.

"...Honestly, I have no idea what to even say or where to begin."

The kitten looked down towards the ground at first, hands between her knees as she waited for whatever was going to happen.  A slight shake ran through her body until Maoin forced herself to remain still, eventually managing to get a reply across.  "... I'm ... I'm sorry, mistress."  A pause for a few seconds went by for the cat before she finished what she had to say.  "That ... that wasn't the drinks speaking.  It was me."

It had been very tempting to lie and simply blame it on the beverages, but even a drunk person's actions had a hint of truth to them, didn't they?

Gwynn let out a breath she had been holding. Part of her had been hoping that it had been the drinks, but no. Nothing had ever been that easy, had it? She walked over to the bed, sitting on it while folding her arms and crossing her legs, trying to think of what to say here. She couldn't really...say anything, could she? What exactly could she say to try and make this easy? She liked Maoin certainly, but...being brutally honest about her feelings might be bad, wouldn't they? But then, lying would be worse for the both of them, and giving an indirect answer and stringing Maoin along would just be such a scum move, she might punch herself for the thought even crossing her mind.

"...Sorry, I don't." Gwynn sighed, shaking her head. "Don't get me wrong, Moain, I do like you. As a friend, though you're annoying when you nag me about everything and try to get me to be something I'm not, but...love? I mean, I guess I do get a little jealous when you get pet by others or try and go be with them despite me telling you to go do exactly that." Gwynn frowned, unable to directly look at the kitten. She felt terrible about this, but...there wasn't much else she could do that wouldn't hurt the both of them, or just be something completely mean. "But love? Maoin, I don't...don't think I could."

The kitten looked further downwards, still kneeling where she had been.  To be fair … that’s what she had expected as they walked home.  Her eyes began to water, and then the tears began to fall.  ”I know …”  A few sniffles ran through her nose, Maoin having a hard time holding them in.  ”... I … I just wanted you to have a good time tonight.  You know … the two of us … having drinks together … like you said.”

The girl had a hard time holding her emotions in, and at this point wiped her face off with her arm, only for her face to look horrible anyways.  ”Mistress … I wanted to prove to you … that it doesn’t have to be all nagging … or ladylike things I know you hate … that I could be the fun familiar you always wanted.”  The cat’s ears dropped down.  ”I guess I was wrong … I’m sorry.”

This was not going to get any easier. Gwynn got off the bed, walking over to where the kitten had been kneeling and taking a seat next to her. She placed an arm around her, pulling her into a tight hug. Maybe not exactly the...best course of action but she couldn't stand to see Maoin cry.

"Yeah, you're terrible at that stuff." Gwynn said with a light chuckle. "And I'm terrible at being ladylike because until a year ago my parents wanted me to be the heir so they taught me swordsmanship and stuff guys normally do when they wanted to marry me off for some stupid reason." Gwynn fell silent again, unsure how to continued. "I did have fun though! It was a nice place, really not like the fancy places you usually make me go too. Would have been more fun if someone had the guts to ask me to dance, but eh." Gwynn chuckled, giving the kitten a small pat on the head before getting a bit more serious.

"You know...it's not good to try and be something you're not. You're not...good with the sorts of things I find fun. I don't think that's ever going to change Maoin. I don't like the things you find fun, and I certainly will never be what you want a 'lady' to be." Gwynn shook her head. "I'm sorry Maoin, I really am, but..."

The kitten nodded, leaning into her owner as a firm arm was wrapped around her, tears continuing to fall from her face.  ”It’s … it’s alright.  I guess we are a bad match for each other anyways!  Stupid me, falling in love with my mistress who just finds me annoying.  I don’t know how I could have dreamed of it working out!”  It was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was largely true.  Her mistress did find her a huge annoyance, and she couldn’t even be convinced to have a good time.

Maoin forced a large smile onto her face, but the shakes running periodically through her body and her watering eyes made it obviously fake.  The kitten forced herself to push those arms off from being around her.  ”I’m fine mistress!  Really!  You don’t need to worry about your silly pet!”

It was hard to avoid saying bitter words, so she instead put up a falsely happy front.  Perhaps it was obvious, but what else was she going to do.  Leave?  Find comfort in the very woman that had crushed her hopes?  No - it was better to do what she always did - put up with it.  ”Laundry!  Your green dress is dirty, and I need to clean it, don’t I?”  The kitten looked towards the laundry basket, seeing the largely clean dress within.

Gwynn frowned, trying to interject but she couldn't find a way to interrupt the kitten. Annoying, certainly, but...she wasn't annoying the the bad sense of the word, if that was a thing. She didn't mind Maoins company at all, and even when she was nagging Gwynn knew the kitten was just worried about her. Instead, she fell silent, eyes turning to the ground. It wouldn't be good for Maoin to stay like this, would it? And she doubted anything she said to the kitten could cheer her up either.

Idiot.

She was an idiot as always. Gywnn stood silently, shaking her head. As Moain tried to brush the issue off though, Gwynn couldn't help but to feel her own heart break a little. She shouldn't be here. Give Maoin a bit of time to herself. She needed some time to herself too, really.

"You're not silly, Maoin, and you're not bad to have around."

With that, Gwynn left the room quietly.

...she wondered if there was a good, quiet bar somewhere around here.

The kitten watched her owner leave, tempted to try and stop her.  It was late.  She could get hurt.  Then again, anything she did at this point would probably be misinterpreted.  In her hesitation, she did nothing.

Her mistress could say whatever comforting words she wanted to.  But the truth remained that she simply wasn’t worthy of being anything to her.  The kitten looked around the kitchen, searching for a well sized knife …  

… she stopped as soon as the knife started to slice skin.  She screamed in pain, dropping the dagger as some blood started to gush from the wound running down her arm.  For the most part, it was shallow.

Before the kitten could do anything else, there was the sound of shoes heavily hitting on the floor of the hallway outside. Barely seconds later, the door to the dorm slammed opened as Gwynn rushed into the room.

"Maoin?! What-!?" Upon seeing both the knife on the ground and the wound on Maoin's arm, it wasn't difficult to imagine what had happened. Did...was Maoin that...obsessed or something? Goddamn it, she really was an idiot. She should have ended this relationship ages ago as soon as they had gotten out of Ireland like she first thought. It would have been better for the both of them. Maoin could have found some noble lady or something that liked being pampered, and she could have...avoided all of this.

But that was a thought for later. She wasn't going to let Maoin even think about going through with this. She was her friend, despite what just happened and damn it if she was going to let anything happen to the kitten!

Gwynn rushed to Maoin's side, swiftly kicking the knife that had fallen on the ground away.

"Maoin! What did you even try to do!?" The concern in Gwynn's voice was obvious. How did...how did one even handle this situation? "Y-you...you...how could you even try something like that?" Thankfully the wound look shallow, but she couldn't let Maoin even try to do something like that again.

The kitten’s head suddenly started feeling light.  It wasn’t a deep wound, but it needed to be bandaged.  ”Sorry … mistress … I …”  There wasn’t an excuse for this.  She had just caused her mistress huge problems, and she started crying all over again.

Shit shit. That was bad. The wound wasn't deep but it was going to bleed a lot, and no way in hell was she leaving Maoin on her own after that. First thing first, Moain needed to sit in case she passed out or something. Falling wouldn't help them. Swiftly, Gwynn pushed Maoin to the ground whether the kitten wanted to sit or not.

"Stay put." She reached over to the knife, picking it up off the floor and carrying it into the restroom with her, placing it on the counter far out of Maoins current reach. Bandages, bandages...Maoin was always absurdly prepared for things like this. It wasn't too difficult to find them after rummaging around for a few seconds. She knew all of the kittens normal hiding spots for things, as well as where she kept everything. Next she got a cloth, dipping it in some cold water to help clean the wound just a bit. Gywnn returned, and started silently setting about bandaging the wound. First, she cleaned it. All of the blood off of the arm and around it she could before proceeding to bandage it, though making sure it wasn't too tight to cut off circulation. After she was about halfway done, she looked over at Maoin.

"...why, Maoin. Why? Do you know how I'd feel if something happened to you? You're my friend, aren't you?" Gwynn's voice wavered a bit, sounding almost like she was about to start crying.

Of course, the kitten had stayed put when ordered, almost in a daze as her mistress ran off getting rid of the knife and acquiring the bandages as she worked on the arm.  The cat winced slightly as the arm was cleaned and as the bandages ran around it, pressure going down the arm as they were tightened.

She had stopped for a few reasons.  Firstly, her mistress was utterly incapable of taking care of herself, and needed someone to stick around to help out with that.  Secondly, she realized how badly her owner would feel afterwards, and as a familiar that would be a rather terrible job.  Thirdly, it had simply hurt.  Despite all the pain in her chest, some natural instincts screamed at her to survive.  Even if her lady hadn’t returned, Maoin was sure she wouldn’t have finished the job.

Right?

So … why had she done it in the first place?  The speed as she spoke varied, with her voice cracking and tears streaking down her face uncontrollably as her body shook.  ”Mistress … I panicked and was … heartbroken and you left and I worried you’d get rid of me and I thought you’d be better off without me and … you’d get a real familiar who was tough and all that’d you’d actually love and ...”  It was a little silly, especially considering her conversation with Lady Sorcha.  The dragon would probably beat her if she learned about this.

The kitten’s ears went flat on her head, tail landing in her lap as she looked down in shame as her arm continued to be bandaged.  ”I’ve been a bad kitty.”

"If I was shallow enough to want a familiar just because they were some sort of powerful creature, I'd be a pretty terrible person." Gwynn stopped herself there, finishing up the bandages. There was nothing else she could say, was there? She couldn't say she wasn't getting rid of her now. That'd be a lie at this point. She had already made up her mind that it'd be best if her and Maoin went their separate ways as soon as she walked back through that door. Gwynn remained silent as she finished, giving the kitten a soft smile.

"It's late...you should get some sleep."

The kitten nodded as her arm was bandaged, observing the clean work as it wrapped around several times.  A few leftover tears were wiped off by her other arm, as she ran those words through her head.  She felt a little tired, but it was just after dinner and she didn’t want to sleep too badly.  And besides, where was she going to sleep?

Of course her mistress wouldn’t get rid of her for being weak - she was far too good for that.  If that was the case, she would have been booted out by now.

”Mistress … can we … just act like today didn’t happen?  I love you and all … but it only hurts a little.  And I always expected you to find someone else anyways, so it doesn’t make a big difference and … and I’ll be okay so long as I’m with you.”

Maoin wasn’t exactly sure why she was saying this.  It wasn’t exactly like as if her mistress would suddenly forget everything that had happened.  Especially the events leading up to the arm needing bandages.

Gwynn remained silent, not sure if she could answer that with a lie. Instead, she lifted the kitten as gently as she could off of the ground, bringing her over to her bed. She placed the kitten on the bed, giving her a friendly smile.

"You just get some rest, Maoin." Gwynn said. "I'm gonna stay up for a bit...uhm, the drinks in the usual places?" She really hadn't touched a drink in weeks, and if she started again she wasn't sure she could stop a second time, but...ugh, damn it she needed something.

The kitten frowned slightly, reading what wasn’t said.  Of course, she hung onto her mistress as she was lifted into the bed, but as her owner tried to leave she'd feel a hand reach out and grab at her wrist.  ”I’m … I’m not supposed to let you do that, Mistress.”  Maoin suddenly burst out into tears, trying to contain herself.  ”... I’ve … I’ve been bad and … I accept whatever punishment you deem necessary but …”  The cat’s gripped tightened, pulling her mistress back towards the bed.  ”... please … don’t leave me.”

It was hard to tell what duration the kitten was talking about.

"Oh come on, I think I deserve one after this." Gwynn said with a quiet, somewhat forced sounding chuckle, turning back around and facing the kitten. "But fine." Instead, she knelt next to the bed, reaching a hand out and petting the kitten on the head. "Sleep Maoin. I'm not going anywhere." Gwynn reassured her. It wasn't a lie, was it? She wasn't going anywhere right now, but she still felt terrible about it.

The kitten’s tail wrapped around the petting arm as her ears twitched slightly, allowing the pettings to come in at an optimal angle.  Gradually the remainders of her panic and worries and frustration disappeared as a warmth seemed to fill her, her breathing slowed and deepened, and a few minutes after she closed her eyes she fell asleep, dreaming of sweet and wonderful things.

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Week four, Day four

~Gwynn~

Gwynn stayed up most of the night. She couldn't sleep, not after what happened. She mostly spent most of the night at the table...drinking, having stopped petting the kitten after she fell asleep. By the time it was early morning, a few bottles of alcohol had already been emptied and were sitting on the table and Gwynn was laying face down on it, a half empty one still in her hands. She hadn't slept at all, even as tired as she was. She was worried that the kitten might do something else if she did sleep and she wouldn't wake up in time to stop her if she tried too.

But now? Well, she had made up her mind. She was going to do it now, and no one could convince her otherwise. She had thought about the people she knew that could possibly help. Luna came to mind, but she wouldn't be of much help. She'd probably just say something like 'love the damn cat, woman' and honestly Gwynn might just punch her back if she did. She didn't love Maoin. How could she say she did if she didn't? She also considered Swen. He didn't have a familiar, and he was...well, nice enough and would probably appreciate her. But he was also someone she didn't exactly want to rely on considering their...arrangement. Asking help from him would practically be giving into the demands of her parents which was not something she was going to be doing. In truth, Gwynn knew very few people. She didn't exactly make a point to try and make tons of friends like that pink haired girl that occasionally popped out of nowhere and gave her a hug before running off and doing the exact same thing to everyone else.

So the only other person Gwynn could think of, was Livia. The headmistress.

As much as she had some rather...suspicions about the woman Livia had, for the most part, been fairly nice and hadn't tried to force her to get good at the whole cleaning thing and let her try and learn at her own pace. Cynthia of course, had berated her constantly but she did help where she could. The two of them were probably the only people that Gwynn could trust with this, weren't they? Gwynn sighed, pushing herself up off the table. She probably looked absolutely fabulous, what with the fact it was obvious she didn't get much sleep and the fact her hair was a mess, but it didn't matter.

She was done with this. She took off the dress, folding it neatly and placing it on the end of the bed. Instead, she put on clothing much more comfortable for her. A simple sleeveless shirt, as well as some rather mundane looking long pants and her sturdy boots and leather gloves. Nothing flashy. Something easy to move in, and something that wouldn't really draw someones attention. She thought about gathering a few of her more important things...but it they were gone Maoin might get suspicious of she woke up before she left.

Just one thing left to do then.

She wrote a small note, and stuck it on the door.

'Maoin, gone out to train. Couldn't sleep. Someone should be coming by this morning, so stay and make sure they're welcome.

Clean or something...whatever it is you normally do.'

It'd at least distract the cat long enough if she had something to do. With that, Gwynn left, making sure to not make much noise on her way out.

---

~30 minutes later, Headmistress' home~

"So we have a deal, then, miss Foghlu?"

"...Yes."

"I'll look after your cat for now, make sure nothing happens and send you on your way. You'll have a ship, a crew, and all you have to do is look into something for me."

"I said yes, didn't I?"

"Hm. Very well then. I shall speak with Maoin and stop her from doing anything destructive. I already have a familiar, though I can think of a certain someone who doesn't and would likely take good care of her."

"Great."

"Here then. A letter. Take it to the first master of the ship in question, and if he has a problem with anything you can tell him he can speak with me. Show this letter to the staff at the teleportation circle and they'll give you a co-ordinate for some place just outside of a port city by the name of Cagliari on Sardinia. You should probably get moving the sooner you arrive the better, though I might suggest some sleep before you get there."

"I can take care of myself, thanks."

"Hah...very well then. And good luck, Gwynn. I shall miss having to boss you around on the weekends."

"Just...make sure Maoins' safe, alright?"

"I will."

There as the sound of footsteps and a door being opened and closed.

"Hm...I hope Katherine likes cats." The headmistress stood from her seat, heading back up to her room to get dressed. Well, today was proving to be quite interesting...now just to make sure the kitten didn't do something rash. She'd have sent Cynthia to retrieve the kitten, but she already had the day off.

~Lyssa~

The rest of the night for the young prince, would have been surprisingly peaceful. Well, aside from the fact that Lyssa somehow ended up laying horizontally on the bed, and on top of him. The demon didn't seem too keen on waking up anytime soon though, so if he wanted to free himself from her villainy, now would be a good time to do so.

[Roleplayer001]

The magierprinz woke up, yawning as he tried to lift himself - Swen's eyes widened as he looked down at the body on top of him, and after a moment of panic noticed the pink hair and remembered the night beforehand.

"Of course. Lyssa. Not letting me sleep on my own. Yep." He spoke this quietly with a slightly irritated voice, wondering if the puppy would have heard him. She was probably off in some corner of the room, snickering at his misfortune.

It took some time, but eventually the 'demon' was pried off of him, laid down to sleep comfortably on the bed carefully. A pillow was inserted beneath her head, and the covers tucked in around her.

Shaking his head, he prepared himself for the day, leaving a single note behind for the two of them. Headed off to the library. Eith, here is some food money attached in a sack. Please, enjoy yourselves while I continue my work.

And with that, he left the dorm.

The kitten woke up, eyes fluttering open to the world. She had a slight headache from the previous night, and after a quick look around of a room absent of her mistress panic began to fill her, eyes darting around as she did a rapid search of the room for some sign of what might have happened as she ran around-

Oh. There was a note on the door. And plenty of ale on the table. Her mistress was probably upset, and for good reason. Hopefully she hadn't-

'Maoin, gone out to train. Couldn't sleep. Someone should be coming by this morning, so stay and make sure they're welcome.

Clean or something...whatever it is you normally do.'

A sigh of relief ran through the kitten as she sat back down, looking over her left and currently bandaged arm. Last night had really happened, and Maoin started thinking about what she could say. Well first, she needed to stop this drinking habit from reforming. But also ...

She'd just have to be a better familiar. And she'd have to keep a better check on her emotions. Her mistress was understandably worried about the problems she had caused, and it was her job to make her lady's life more pleasant, wasn't it? And she could start by making sure their guest would be well taken care of. Soon enough, the tables were cleaned along with herself, a small breakfast being prepared quickly by her hands.

Soon enough, the room was prepared for whoever was coming, and a bath prepared for her mistress in case she required it after their training ...

[Pyromania99]

Lunalel Lightsword

Luna woke up nice and refreshed. In fact, Sorcha was rather quiet that night so the knightess happened to get a nice peaceful sleep. Still, that was a bit worrying. Sorcha didn't seem to have the energy she has normally, though she supposed she could understand. Oh well, today was another day for class. Perhaps she could go early to make sure she didn't miss again. That would be a good idea. She threw on her usual outfit and noticed Sorcha stirring about a little. "Oh, Sorcha, I'm heading out to class for once. I'll be back later if you want to head out for food later." She hardly gave the dragon a chance to reply before leaving.

She made her way over to where her first class was, before she noticed a familiar face. As she got closer she gave a greeting. "Is that Gwynn mine eyes spot? Indeed it is. Good morning my friend. How do you fare?" She gave a healthy smile one would expect from someone greeting a comrade-in-arms.

Eith, The Shellagh Alpha

Eith had slept what little she needed to do and just stayed where there, laid down just waiting for the next day to come. When it did, she saw Swen get up and struggle to escape Lyssa. How pitiful. Not in a bad way. Anyone that contacted Lyssa deserved to pitied in a way. Still, when Swen left, Eith read the note and stole the bag away, following her meal-ticket. "Meal-ticket, I hate to say, but that is about the only way to deal with her." She would have snuck up on him, if it wasn't for the sound of the bag she carried with her. "Still, I rather hope that this is the last time we have to deal with her for a bit."

Mugi, the Yuki-Onna

The Yuki-Onna found herself back in Lyssa's room, though without said girl being there. In fact, she hadn't seen her since the night before last. Well, whatever. Everyone was allowed to live their life weren't they? She only was there until she could find herself a place. Regardless, she found herself out the door and heading to where she said she'd meet Cynthia. She wondered what all the day would give her.

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Sorcha~

"Hmm?...oh...right. Have fun..." The dragon mumbled, pulling the covers tighter over her as she could. That night hadn't exactly gone well. Maybe it was stress, but the curse had started acting up and it hadn't been easy. She'd be fine after a bit of rest, but she really didn't even feel like doing anything other than laying there. Hopefully it would clear up soon, but usually when it was this bad it could last awhile. "If you need me...I'll be here..."

She doubted Luna would have need of her, but if she was summoned or something happened to her knight, she wouldn't hesitate to lend her assistance, even at the expense of her personal health. She might not do that for just anyone, either. Luna was a good friend, and she'd loathe to have something to happen to her just because she was an old dragon.

~Gwynn~

After the discussion with Livia, it was almost time for classes to start. Not that Gwynn had to particularly worry about that any more. She had already discussed her withdrawal with Livia. She had been making a beeline straight for the teleportation building, hoping that nothing slowed or stopped her. She didn't feel like talking or doing much other than getting as far away from here as possible. It seemed everything was working against her, though, as usual.

"...Luna, hi." Gwynn turned her head towards the knight, who was likely heading to classes. Normally Gwynn might have returned that friendly smile but now? Well, the smile she gave was a tired one. It would likely be quite clear to the other blond that she was both incredibly tired and smelled slightly of alcohol. "I'm fine. Just...tired. Didn't get much sleep last night, heh." She chuckled in a somewhat halfhearted impish manner, attempting to imply that she had been up implying some other activity. "Heading to class?"

It would probably be easy to tell she wasn't being entirely truthful.

~Livia~

Well, she had agreed to this. She had told Fia to stay behind and help Cynthia with the house chores while she was out, and promised she wouldn't be long. Hopefully she wouldn't and hopefully this kitten of Gwynn's wouldn't try anything stupid. She was ready to forcibly restrain the kitten if she tried anything, but it wasn't something she'd enjoy doing by any means. But that was moot. She'd have to do this regardless now, after all. A deal was a deal and she preferred to keep her ends of them. She was dressed in a simple black dress that fell to just below her knees, with her usual white gloves adorning her arms, turning her head briefly over her shoulder.

"Well tell me when Gwynn leaves then. I can talk quite a bit~" She spoke to seemingly no one.

Well, might as well get this over with then. She knocked on the door to Gwynns dorm, waiting for the kitten to open it.

[Roleplayer001]

The magierprinz was really starting to worry at this point as the puppy continued to speak to him. Eith ... she usually didn't act like this. The man simply rose an eyebrow ... "... Is ... She part of a cartel or something? Of cuddles?" The man simply looked confused as they worked their way to the library. The hellhound seemed honestly ... a little terrified of Lyssa. The pink haired cuddle bunny.

He had no idea how accurate he was.

The kitten's ears perked up as she heard a knock at the door, rushing over to open it. Her ears dropped slightly as she realized it wasn't her mistress, but there was a very special guest there.

Maoin delivered a quick curtsy to the headmistress. "H-hello Headmistress. Please, sit." A small plate of breakfast was delivered to the table as the cat looked around the kitchen, giving the place one last inspection to make sure it was clean.

"I know it's not a lot, but please, eat what you wish Headmistress. My owner says she is out training right now, but she was expecting you at least. I wish she hadn't decided to get dirty just before meeting you ..." Oh, this would be a bit of an embarrassment.

She hoped her mistress hadn't gotten into trouble.

Again.

Help ... with chores?

The phoenix looked up at Cynthia. Sure Fia didn't want to be kicked out, but she was hoping she'd get the day off from working around as well. And well ... she'd never really ever had to take care of herself or anyone else, and her standards of cleanliness ... were more than a little different.

To the maid, the crimson haired girl would probably seem horribly confused, and even a little ... repulsed by the idea of doing menial labor.

[Pyromania99]

Lunalel Lightsword

Gwynn seemed. . . Well, many things. She smelled of alcohol, nothing that was good to smell in the morning. She was also tired looking, though she supposed that it was linked to the drinking. "Hmm, yes, class. From the look of you, that's not where you seem to be heading. Am I right?" Infirmary? No, not likely with her heading. Does it matter? Not especially. "Your cat not with you today? Well, not that I've seen her with you every time we meet. . . My own familiar isn't with me either. . ." Luna dragged on before realizing what she was saying, "That all aside, you don't look well. Did you want me to help you to the infirmary?"

Eith, The Shellagh Alpha

"Cartel of Cuddles?" Eith wasn't even sure what the hell that was suppose to be. "Hmmmm, rather, a kingdom of lust and skinship? Lyssa is a demon, but her mother is the devil herself. Lyssa is the nicer of the two oddly. Her mother does with you whatever she pleases. . . That is to say, don't meet her." She felt she gave him a good warning there. What else was one to do if Myrilla showed up and wanted to do anything them? One could hope to run, though that proved fruitless for all but the quickest beings. One could try to fight back, but there were few beings in the world that could stand up to her.

Katherine Lindall

One of Katherine's dolls noted to her that Livia mentioned something about Katherine and cat in the same sentence along with Livia's talk with Gwynn. Well, she figured that girl wouldn't last that long anyhow. She had a bad attitude didn't she? "Oh well, not like we need someone like her around anyhow. If she didn't want to learn, she doesn't need to be at a place of learning." Oh well, She thought as she found her inside Livia's place. . . It was a lot nicer than most of the other places on campus. The headmistress was a fairly vain woman after all. At least, Katherine thought so. She found Fia and Cynthia quite easily. "If it isn't my favorite little ball of combustion and fat burning. Oh and Cynthia. By the by, the middle of the floor in Livia's office is not the best place to. . . Umm, be passionate if you understand."

Mugi, the Yuki-Onna

Mugi eventually found herself in front of Livia's place. She really didn't know what to do now. "Well, I should let her know I'm here so. . . Knocking?" Mugi weirdly knocked on the door a few times. Loud enough hopefully for the Maid to hear. She just took a few steps back and looked slightly akward. That's what she was suppose to do. . . Right?