Aetheria raised an eyebrow at what seemed to be the headmistress - though it would be a rare and strange honor to have her just apparate in the office. She was usually far too busy for such a casual visit.
"Too harsh? I would have been publicly whipped for those antics where I came from, I let them off far too lightly. And besides, a little community service won't hurt her poor master. I mean, lover."A smirk crossed Aetheria's face though.
"Though, who do I pay the honor too and why are you concerned about the antics of a deranged cow?"Maoin stopped and faced her former mistress when the woman turned, and despite initially matching her glare the servant couldn't help but falter at those orders from a familiar voice. It took a bit of courage, but eventually Maoin forced out what hopefully seemed like a reasonable response.
"Lady Gwynn, you don't own me anymore - you can't tell me what to do. And based on the way you are acting you don't seem like the sort of noble I'd want to be employed by." Perhaps it was too quick of a judgement, but her former mistress wasn't acting like Lady Lightsword - a near perfect definition of the word nobility.
Maoin decided to ignore the lack of advice - it seemed like a minor issue, and moved on.
"You're right though. There's only a handful of times we acted like friends, but you DO know I care about you. I still do, Lady Gwynn, and it breaks my heart to see you like this, princess it may be. I-I was wrong, alright?" Maoin simply gestured to Lady Gwynn's whole form rapidly.
With a reasonable, although not crushing amount of strength, the cat drew herself a bit closer and put her hands on Gwynn's sides, as if hoping a bit of physical connection would help convey her feelings.
"I don't need my animal instincts to be able to tell you aren't happy, that you walk with a sense of dread. You seem worse than I've ever seen you. Please Gwynn, tell me what's going on."Fia did little more than cry out in excitement - and with a bit of terror - as their escape continued. She
may have shut her eyes as they sprinted through the manner, dodging an angry Cynthia that chased them.
And the moment the pair hopped out of the manor, Fia screamed and gripped onto Lyssa for dear life, only stopping a second after they landed on the ground safely and she was placed down.
She was a little surprised that she was alive, and when Lyssa took her hand the phoenix merely held onto it and allowed herself to be guided through the streets, where eventually a giggling Lyssa turned towards her.
And maybe she was giggling back, more than just a bit. Had they seriously managed to escape Cynthia, the supposed demon maid?
"... yeah ..."There was one thing the phoenix wanted again though.
"Sweets again!?" It was obvious Fia was excited about it - and that she was also better about expressing that excitement.
It seemed like her own words were unneeded to comfort the cow - despite the fact she had been in obvious duress and a quick look at her hands showed that they had been beating against something.
"I'm fine, Cocoa. She was ... fairly nice to me." A glance at the destruction throughout town on the way here made it clear that only getting a few days worth of community service and an angry nurse screaming at her was a fairly light sentence.
A quick glance at Cocoa's clothes though made it obvious they were a little ragged - and besides, she needed to get ready for the date later as well.
"Yeah, why don't we? And it looks like your cloak got dragged through the dirt - maybe we should get that washed?" The farmer would grab her familiar's hand and walk them back to the tavern - and after a brief conversation with one of the tavern's maids, lead her familiar into the large baths in the center that were intended to serve the entire customer base.
"Hey, Cocoa." Otille had turned away from her familiar for a bit of privacy as her clothes dropped to the floor.
"Before getting in the water with me, can you be a good cow and put both of our clothes in the hamper? They'll be washed while we are in the baths together." After having spoken softly to her pet, Otille slid into the water with a hand covering her chest and spun around once she had gotten deep enough with a smile on her face.
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