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San tilted her head to the side in question, whimpering. Why did Nieve look funny? What was wrong? She glanced between Nieve and Lyra, her tail swishing slowly, fearfully. San did not want to lose her friend, not after she had just gained her. "She doesn't understand, I think it's too many words," Lyra said slowly. "I'll try to guide her," Lyra reached out, "San, this leaf," she pointed to the one with four stars. San perked up and lifted it, looking between the two girls to see what to do next. Lyra pointed to a colored bottle next. San lifted it and sniffed inside, wrinkling her nose. She poured a drop on the leaf, trying to give it to Nieve. Lyra shook her head, rubbing her hands together, so San began rubbing her's together. Lyra leaned over to smell it and nodded, gently grasping San's wrist and holding it out underneath Nieve's nose.
San watched, eager, hoping that it would help her friend. Tymol burst through the front doors of the Guild, his cheeks vibrant. It was a hot day out, the summer cicadas chirping with fervor. San looked up, wondering what the white haired boy looked so agitated about. "Adonis," Tymol held a scroll of paper, crumpling it in his fist. "I'm supposed to give this to you," Adonis looked up from his desk, having been reading and took the paper. The royal seal glistened in the light, a unicorn and narwhal crossing horns as though they were swords. "Oh my, what did one of you do?" Adonis sighed, opening up the letter, he read it slowly, then once more, is eyes narrowing. "I'm leaving for a bit, it seems that the King and Queen have summoned all Guild Masters in the area."
San jumped off of the bench, hoping to go with him, but Adonis stopped her at the door. She whimpered, wondering why she couldn't go. "No walk now, later, I promise." He pat her head and closed it behind her, San whined, turning back towards the others. "Walk," the little monster insisted, rubbing one of her horns against the wooden door. "Maybe later," Lyra rose, petting San's head, being careful of her horns. Why was Nieve leaving Lyra in charge of the little rascal? Lyra did not know. She scratched her chin, feeling a bit out of league here.
"Tymol, you're around her age, show San something cool." Tymol grinned, "nothing that can get her in trouble," his grin slipped a bit. "Nothing illegal," he promised, crossing his hand over his heart. "Come to the kitchen San," San used her foot to scratch behind her ear, wondering what was being said. Tymol came closer, gesturing with a hand. Oh? He wanted her to follow him? Okay, San leaped onto her feet, following Tymol into the kitchen and wondering what they were doing.