The market

[Maero]

Lillia smiled and cuddled with her master, content to be in his arms, the only arms she ever willing wanted to be held in, the only embrace she wished would never end. She closed her eyes and dreamed of a free life with her master, one were it was her and not Tiff who was the favorite.

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Sarah groaned softly as she opened her eyes. Her body hurt tremendously, and her head throbbed. to much magic use. She felt her naked skin surrounded by the warm covers and would have tried to move if it wasnt so painful. She was naked in a bed, and turning her head she could see that she was not alone, since Lillia's back was plain in her view as the dark elf slept soundly with her master.

Neko, however, was not in the bed. If Sarah had the strength to look around the room, she would have spotted Neko huddled in the corner, hugging herself and shivering as she fiddled desperately with one of her own feathers, trying with all her might to make a sound with it, any sound, just a sound that would make her hurt head hurt a little less. Tears were already pooled into a puddle of pure water beneath her, as were several of the other feathers she had plucked from her sensitive wings. A hurt, lonely muse with no muse, no muse at all. Neko was young and weak, she couldn't handle an injury without music, even if it wasn't her own, she needed to hear a rhythm, something to soother her soul. But there was nothing, and her voice just wouldn't come out in anything more than a whisper.