Selvina was irritated. Meowka was trying - that much was obvious, at least whenever Selvina managed to catch her attention.
"Hey! Cat!" Meowka's eyes fluttered back to the teacher, clearly annoyed but trying to pay attention to this girl that was completely impatient with her.
The mage let out a small sigh.
"What letter is this?" She pointed to the first leter of the alphabet.
"Ay."Selvina pointed to the second letter.
"Beee."Selvina pointed to the third letter.
Silcence. Ok, that was fine.
Selvina pointed to the fourth letter.
"Deeee."A little confused, the mage pointed back to the third letter, but Meowka didn't respond and instead looked away from them. Selvina raised an eyebrow.
"Seee."Meowka shook her head, only making Sel more frustrated.
"WHY won't you say it! Didn't you want to learn!?" It would be clear to Kat's dolls if they were spying that both students were becoming frustrated.
"Because Seas have watter, and therefore are evil."Sel sat there, amazed, and ready to cast a spell to murder them all as the lizard arrived. Great, was her job elementry school!?
She looked towards the doll, pleading with her eyes to make this maddness stop.
Aetheria paused for a moment and looked over towards Livia as she mentioned the woman possibly being a demigod ... she raised an eyebrow.
"Like you, then?" She hoped the headmistress hadn't forgotten her findings from earlier.
"I'd love to have someone extravagant around here to help me, along with a little extra cash to take care of them ..." The white mage paused, turning back to the conversation and hoping her implication was incredibly obvious.
"I'm not the most stealthy person in existence, but I could start by analyzing her hair ... or maybe her blood, if I could somehow get my hands on it. See if it's related to yours or your familiars in any way?"The mage paused, looking over towards the headmistress.
"So what's it like? Raising your ancestor? You don't talk about your familiar or even your favorite student that much with me."Filthy animal? Maoin paused long enough that her opponent was able to examine their wound, and reply that once again they were planning on leaving. The kitten's blood boiled - from the insults, from being hit, the adreniline of battle, and downright being
ignored. The cat scowled as Gwynn threatened her and spun in a circle to leave, the predator wanting to pounce and cut into their fleeing prey. But Maoin hesitated - some mention of Lady Sorcha about being honorable knicked at some deep corner of her mind - and allowed her opponent to once again abandon her.
She was certain the fight would only escalate if they saw eachother any time soon - or ever - and so the cat turned away and contained her urge to beat down some random passerby savagely. It didn't take long until she arrived at the edge of the forest, at which point a poor tree was subjected to the cat's wrath.
"DAMN YOU!" The sword slammed into the tree, hard.
"Damn you Damn You DAMN YOU!" The cat swung assaulting the tree more with the simple blade.
"You NEVER," Another cut appeared in the tree from a weapon not intended for this purpose.
", NEVER Appreciated ANYTHING I DID FOR YOU!" More cuts appeared in the bark Gwynn, each one deeper than the last.
"I-" Cut.
"-did-" Cut.
"-EVERYTHING-" Cut.
"-to care-" Cut.
"-FOR YOU!" The cat swung again, the blade beginning to dull.
"FUCK YOU!"The cat screamed more, tears streaking down her face. She lamented Gwynn for having hit her at the library. She lamented Gwynn for running away from her, from all the issues in her life. She screamed about Gwynn making up some bullshit story about not being good enough for her affection - what sort of horseshit was that!? Maoin countinued to bring her anger into the bark - first the blade dulled, then her hands blistered, eventually beginning to bleed, and eventually the sword bent from all the strain until it was unusable.
When someone decided to look for her - or at least look into the forest - they'd find a sword burried into a tree, wedged in as if intented to never be removed. A small stain of dried blood stained the bark and a knife firmly impaled in it - the source of the choas balled up on a studry, low branch some thirty feet away leaning against the trunk and trying to ignore the world around her. She'd been crying, but she'd stopped eventually - instead sitting there, feeling emotionally empty. And exhausted.
She looked like a mess, her hands were bloodied and blistered, her face was bruised and her eye had turned black. But she was alive.
Fia thought for a moment, not completely sure how to answer that question. A drink? Did she mean they were going to a bar? Perhaps she was a little too young for that, but they'd already blown a hole out of the manor. Might as well be a little rebellious anyways~
"... Livia drinks the ... Champagne Chardonnay ...?" The phoenix looked up at her friend, wondering if she'd approve of them deciding to enjoy such things. She'd been more than a little curious about the effects of her drinking would be.
Green? Otille smiled. Of course Cocoa liked grass, that should have been obvious. The farmer girl gave a small smile.
"Purple, it is royal, and majestic." Walking a short distance away the new mage handed her familiar a thing of soap.
"Mind getting my back? We've been travelling a lot, so I'd like to get squeaky clean before we get out." She assumed Cocoa wouldn't mind scrubbing her at all. Once she began though, the farmer paused for a moment.
"And Cocoa, the nurse said you kept calling me lover ... is that correct?"
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