Selvina was jumped slightly as a weight suddenly landed on her head unceremoniously and winced as it was tapped annoyingly. She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised. And in truth, the fox was right. They did need to talk or they would both end up miserable with eachother. The noble sat up as her familiar hopped off her head and looked down at the small thing.
Oh, she was so adorable like this really.
"I guess you are right ..." The mage let out a little sigh. "I don't expect you to be a slave - although you acted really well when you pretended to be a catgirl maid. Maybe you should try it more often?" Selvina smiled at her own joke as she tried to brighten the mood a bit.
"But no - while we are on campus I expect you to help pamper me a bit, but the moment we return home you will not be forced to be a servant except as a punishment or a slight favor ... I'm asking you to learn things useful to me because you should be able to do some things like that. Not because I expect you to spend every day of my hopefully long life doing laundry." It would probably be helpful to provide a more concrete example. "There are others to do such menial tasks at my family estate for instance, and they will also be there to help you in case you require them. There are some that can give masterful massages and ..." The mage realized she was losing track of the point she was getting to and shook her head.
"But that's not what this is about is it? Firstly, you haven't been very close to me physically. I've offered to pick you up and carry you around - you obviously are capable of walking, but it's simply a way to get close to each other and it's a free ride. I get the sensation that if I tried to pet you in thanks you'd want to rip my hand off. And you simply tricked me in regards to that tail of yours, so why should I trust you?" It was obvious that the girl thought this tiny form was adorable and wanted to give her a nice petting, but gulped and averted her eyes. "Can you at least tell me why? It's just an easy way to be friendly with each other."
But there was more. "And ... I expect you to play pranks and jokes. I figure it's in your nature as much as it is in a dragon's to be proud. I'm not going to be cruel and ask you to never have your fun with me - besides, that behavior shows you trust me enough to at least have an amicable relationship with your mage." Then the problem. "But my own familiar should not write death curses on my face. We don't threaten people in our house that we are close to, and for now you are part of my family. If we do such a thing, we have every intention of following through with it. Making jokes about wishing I was dead and painting a curse on my face doesn't make me want to trust you to wonder around on your own. It doesn't make me want to tell me my secrets which makes me sad since my familiar should be the one person who I can tell everything and expect them to be helpful."
Maoin nodded as she listened to her mistress, but her eyes drifted over the plate of food. It wasn't good for her mistress, was it? And besides, she'd been told no matter what plea or threat was given out to ignore them. The servant stood up at the table and curtsied apologetically. "I'm sorry mistress, but I can't allow you to do that." The dragoness would find her plate lifted off the table as the cat walked out of the restaurant briskly.
There was a local group of abandoned familiars in a nearby alley. Maoin sighed, took her arm and brushed most of the food onto the ground with a fork as they eyed it hungrily before walking back to the tavern with an amount of food appropriate for a large person rather than a village.
"Please forgive me, Lady Sorcha." The cat eared girl placed the plate in front of her owner nervously before bowing deeply and returning to her chair. Her fork poked around the fish on her plate before taking a few cheerless bites and looking away from Lady Sorcha's general direction. It would be easy for Lady Luna to see however that the kitten was upset and her eyes were watering just slightly and her ears dropped flat.
Fia yelped as she was slammed into and sent tumbling across the dirt of the headmistress' private gardens. The two ended up in a tangled mess, the phoenix breathing heavily as a now naked Ritsa sat on top of her dominatingly. "... I ... I suppose ..." It was obviously a defeat, but she didn't want to admit it.
Certain thoughts entered the crimson haired girl's mind before she shook them out. With ... with her? Why? As she was pulled up however into a close hug she found herself hugging the other girl's darker body back for a moment, fingers tracing along her spine.
The phoenix felt deeply confused, but as she leaned backwards perplexed and placed her hands against the ground ... was she touching something metal? "... what ...?" For a second she paused before lifting a circular object out of the dirt and brushing it off to inspect it's surface. The ring itself was made of a black metal of an origin Fia couldn't guess, but along it's surface were precious yellow stones cut into stars embedded into it's surface, twinkling slightly more than they should be. On the inside of the ring was a sort of writing that she didn't recognize ... was it in one of her dreams?
Curious, she put the ring on before showing Ritsa. "... pretty ...?" She let out a slight laugh before letting out a sigh and smiling at the other girl and tilting her head slightly as she did so. "... so you won ..." She wasn't sure where they were supposed to go from here. "... what now ...?"
Meowka listened to her mistress and let out a slight sigh. Though as she observed the sign that had been pointed to she contemplated it for a moment before responding. "Does it sell ... cookware?" After all, there was a pot in the picture and perhaps it was trying to demonstrate how useful their utilities were? She tugged on her collar slightly, Katherine would be able to sense her frustration as she found herself getting more and more hungry as they waited. "... are we eating at home, and you need to buy some pans for the dolls?" That was her best guess, at least.
