Selvina's face blushed as she looked over the fox stripping, but she remained silent. Normally she would have admired the figure, but instead she found herself resisting the urge to vomit as she looked over this horrid, painful, veiny mess that looked like a combination of some sort of curse, disease, and torture. She tried to maintain a steady face as the girl finished stripping but her stomach felt uneasy by the time it was apparent she was supposed to respond.
"Errrrr ..." It was obvious that she was uneasy as she tried to think of an appropriate response.
"Um ... err ... nice figure, there. Exactly ..." As her eyes drifted over the black area on her neck again though it seemed even her attempt to tease the fox had failed. For a couple of seconds she closed her eyes and gradually the uneasiness left.
Anger filled her blood. Not at Sly, but whoever had done this to her. Was this part of that trauma she had felt previously? Why had her previous master abused her so badly - she swore that -
"... who DID this ...?" Of course, the fox couldn't answer that question. She continued sternly, more aggressiveness in her voice than intended.
"Nevermind. You can't tell me." However the mage suddenly felt their protective instincts run over them as she pointed to the various other spots as well and spoke demandingly.
"Do those hurt as well? I'd like to take to you a doctor - they have some of the best in the world here."She reached up and gave the fox a quick rub through her ears in what was likely going to be a failed attempt to comfort her. She still tried anyways.
"I'm sorry. I don't like to see my familiar ... scarred like this." Calmer, Selvina. The mage ran her hand through Sly's ears again and let out a small sigh and gave a weak smile towards her familiar.
"I'll do what I can to help ... but I'm not sure it is within my power to do so."Maoin had been nervous for the majority of this duel - the kitten had been concerned that either Lady Lightsword or her mistress would hurt eachother. She respected both of them and didn't want to see either of them get hurt at all - although their duel was a reminder about how far beyond a silly cat they were. Their skill was impeccable.
The moment the tackle happened though Maoin's eyes widened and worry ran through her body for half a second. She stood up from her spot to stop -
Why was her mistress looking at Lady Luna like she wanted to eat her up?
OH. OH. A massive blush ran across the cat's face as she noticed Lady Sorcha planted one on Lady Lightsword's lips. The cat gulped slightly from the sheer embarrassment of being there and silently took a few steps away, her kitten ears picking up on Lady Sorcha's 'threats' and her obviously lust induced heavy breathing and a the mating growl of a cat in the heat.
As soon as she away from hearing them (several hundred meters) the kitten sat herself against a tree and shoved her face into her hands. How could the dragon had made it more obvious? Cuddling Lady Luna, being extremely close to her ... the dragon even went so far as to kick her out the first day they came back so they'd have the room for themselves!
Sure her mistress would obey her little human's orders, but likely only in bed. Maoin started thinking about how to make things more comfortable for them. She should probably find a nice cabinet to throw a comfortable crate on top of, maybe even start announcing that she needed to prowl the nearby streets at night ... she knew she couldn't let Lady Sorcha's kindness prevent her from playing with whoever she wanted to.
Unless of course she was also a plaything ... Maoin's face blushed more. Were dragons monogamous? It seemed unlikely? How would she go about asking that? The dragon had called her 'cute' several times after all ... did it mean more? Either way, it would probably be best to stay here for now and wait for them to start looking for her before popping out and give them a little privacy.
Fia's eyes widened a bit as she was hugged, the startled girl loosing her feet for a moment before regaining them. Well, she supposed she couldn't blame Ritsa for hugging her back and ... a large blush spread across her cheeks as she felt the hydra nuzzling against her. Asking her to the festival ... being physically interested ... these were the signs of love according to the books Livia had her read, weren't they?
As the Phoenix decided to pull their head back from the intense nuzzling briefly it would be apparent to the hydra that the girl's skin seemed to match the color of her hair.
"... Ritsa ... um ..." Their foreheads were practically pressed together ... was this ... didn't lovers ... also have fun?
She wasn't sure how she felt about Ritsa, but her heart was practically pounding out of her chest.
"... do ... do you ... LIKE ... like me ..." It was a dumb question - of course the girl did - but she wanted to hear it first. Her eyes seemed to dart everywhere but at the girl a few inches away from her face and it was obvious she was nervous ... but not in a bad way.
Meowka simply looked at her mistress as she was lectured, glancing towards the dolls she had dropped and giving a look that seemed about an eighth apologetic. Soon enough the girl went across the room and jumped up on top of the wardrobe again and situated her little spot again as she looked over the room once more.
"Almost finished?" The cat watched her owner work, wondering when her clothes would be finished and not really understanding how long the entire process took.