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❝Sometimes I wonder about the dreams I have when I'm awake.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#007F03 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #B20070】
|| Need you Now || Lady Antebellum ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#007F03 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #B20070】
|| Need you Now || Lady Antebellum ||
Mew? "I don't think Mew is a name." Erika said blandly as she eyed the feline. Okay, fine, she'll admit it. This was a bit of an impulsive decision, but it was for the best. She rescued the poor thing from a cruel fate, wasn't that always worth it? Fiyero came strolling in, his soaps most likely over for the day, looking with pleasure at poor almost nude Kitty. "She will be my servant." The prodigy told Eamon's servant with a charming little smile. "You can be her friend, though, perhaps show her the ropes." Eamon suddenly grabbed the bag of oreos with a sour expression. "Those are mine, you twat." He murmured unhappily, knowing one of his very own oreos was stolen from him. "Oh, do you want it back, Master?" Fiyero asked in a sarcastic drawl.
After seeing the cat with the oreo, Eamon rolled his eyes again, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Ugh, whatever, she can have it." He said, surrendering. It was funny how despite the Master Familiar relationship the two had, it felt more and more like Fiyero was capable of playing Eamon like a fiddle. Oh, if only his two girlfriends knew how easily manipulated he was. Suddenly, the cat said a name. Clover. "Then I will call you Clover." She held out her hand, offering for Clover to take it and follow her lead. "I will show you to my room so you can borrow some of my old clothes for now." Not that she had grown out of them or anything, but they would fit her and right now, her servant needed the modesty more than Erika needed extra clothes. "My name is Eamon, by the way. Eamon Harrington." He introduced himself and pointed at his familiar. "This is Fiyero, my servant, but right now he's being spoiled." He looked over to his sister, who was still playing with Clover's tail. "That one's Berry." Erika gave him a look. "My real name is Erika, and Eamon is my brother." She took a step on the stairs before having another thought to address.
"Oh, and Fiyero, you'll help Clover ease into her duties as a servant, will you?" Fiyero looked up at her, his eyes clearly asking what the benefit to him would be if he did this favor. Eamon seemed apologetic at the insolent behavior, but the prodigal mage didn't mind, she had grown used to the eccentric and lazy familiar. "I'll buy you another bag of chips tomorrow." Eamon frowned helplessly at her. "Hey, don't get my demon fat! He eats enough as is!" But his cries fell on deaf ears as the two girls entered the upstairs floor and walked along the floor to her room.
Opening the door to her room, Erika pulled a nightgown and socks from her dresser and offered them to Clover. "You should put something on and appear respectable. I can order servant uniforms for you in the morning." She smiled and pet Clover again, becoming intoxicated with the feel of her sleek silky fur. Erika just couldn't get enough of it. Eventually someone opened her door to walk in on them. It was Rosemary, home from her day inspecting the new shipment of goods from the foreign trading ships. "I heard from Eamon that you have a creature that the Cawthon family lawfully bought from the Halloway Hall?" Rosemary asked, hands on her hips. "A blue vigilante gave her to me." Erika said with practiced ease, hoping her new servant would know what secrecy was. "The vigilante told me she was being abused, so I had to take her in.". Rosemary sighed, taking her youngest daughter's hands into hers. "Well, it should be fine as long as the Cawthons don't come and recognize her." Mother said, returning to her quiet and friendly demeanor.
"Are you to be Lady Erika's servant?" She asked Clover with intent. "I trust you'll serve her to the best of your abilities. Don't worry, my dear. We won't hurt you here, this is a safe house for all who live in it, including you now." Erika waved as her mother left to prepare a meal for when Edmund returned home from work. "If you have any questions." The hero began with a silky smile. "You may proceed. Do you need a pen, would that help you in communicating?" It was just a guess but from how Clover was speaking so far, the feline indicated to have difficulties with language. That would have to be amended.