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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 ||
After a bit of a turbulent day, not t was just the Master with her new Servant in her room together. Sitting with both legs folded neatly beneath her, she waited for Clover's response and then looked her over a again. Clover was somehow just a tiny bit shorter than the already tiny Erika, so that was a plus. It would be nice to have someone to be taller than, for sure. The white succulent fur, it was hard to stop herself from just drowning in petting it endlessly. A part of the prodigy had the feeling that Clover wouldn't protest against that, either. Clover opened her mouth, clearly having trouble enunciating her words. What she was saying did make some sense, and it was clear that she had to have been some accident with magic or alchemy somehow since cat-beasts did not normally exist.
It all made Clover all the more rare a specimen, and more valuable a servant, didn't it? "I see, I suppose that makes sense." Erika said with a patient sort of smile. "Don't worry, I will teach you to read and write. That's a skill all servants must know." It wouldn't be too hard, hopefully. Considering the white animal girl was able to understand that she was indebted to her means that at least there's some intelligence in there. Clover might even be a genius, just without the language to express it. Then Clover asked her question, one that no doubt the cat was very serious about.
She wanted to know where her sister was. That brought forth a strange reminiscence in her own heart as she remembered scouring the streets and zipping through shadows in a useless attempt to find any traces left of her sister, Estelle, after that horrible fire. "A few weeks ago, me and my brother attended an auction at the Halloway Hall." Erika said in thought. "I do remember a black cat creature." She closed her eyes, trying to fish up more details of that day. Who was it? Who was it that won the bid for the black cat girl? "If I remember correctly, it was the Bernards." Another one of the lesser wealthy. Rich enough to live on this side of the wall, but not enough to stand with the big three.
Erika was about to scribble down some basic details but then she remembered that Clover was illiterate. "I suppose one day I could take you for a visit." She said with a tiny smile, knowing it would pacify her servant and make her loyal. The prodigy reached forward and began to run her nails against the soft silky fur, no longer able to control herself. "I imagine you and your sister are worried for each other, aren't you?" Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "You may enter." It was Eamon, looking a bit disgruntled. "Father's home, so t's time for dinner. Mother says she cooked something for the cat, too." Erika stood up, holding her hand as an offer to Clover in case she wanted the help. "Her name is Clover." The shadow mage reminded her brother with a smile. "And we'll come right down."