Hey-o

So,

I don't own Skyrim or Familiar of Zero

XSDStitch: That's right! It's Tinkerbell! I always found the dragonborn in game to have the best and worst luck so maybe no bandits but renagade soldiers are not out of the question.

dreaddragonknight: Tiffania was a bit hard to pin down for me as I have issues achiving that level of 'cinnamon' so I hope you like how I wrote her. Unfortunatly I'm much better at writing sleezy people like Julio, so he might get away a bit longer.

RedBurningDragon: I wasn't sure about the flight speed of a magic airship, different types and models might have different speeds like water ships, so I guessed. With the size of the mess on his desk, not much longer.

Mysterioustgexpert: Indeed.

tymazion: I'm glad the reconciliation was so awesome to you. I'm also happy to get into the Albion arc 😊, it was so frusterating setting up things to come to ahead in this arc.

DRMAK: I don't think I'll make the Omake canon as is, but I wouldn't be opposed to making a scene like it. I'm not too sold on the idea of just handing out the potion or causing an accident that lets a large group have it as the chaos would be huge. I think of the Omake as something that happened in an alternative timeline, possible but not something that Dove would activly try to stop.

Jedimaster226: I was having the nightmares stopped by sheer distance, so there's a chance they can come back.

The Noble jester: I'm sorry, the 'idiot ball' is almost completly on me. I am trying to write Dove as being affected by her pregnancy (Something I have never experienced) and sleep deprivation from the nightmares, clearly I haven't done a good enough job. Now that she's had a good nights rest she should get a little more focused.

Me Myself and I: I hope that that line about fate isn't a complaint, if it was then what do you think I should have done? Louise is going to have to meet Tiffania first and reconize that she has the void. She might willingly part with it since she doesn't understand it fully although it did save her life. The familiar ritual simply won't summon Dove to Tiffiana since it only summoned Dove because Sheo interfered, what or who she summons is completly up for debate. Henrietta and Tiffiana might meet up soon-ish, depends on what Matilda is going to do in the next few chapters... Finally Dove as Dovahkiin, I've been playing around with a scenario where it gets revealed to Henrietta, and whomever happens to be in the room. Are you willing to be a sound bar for me?

perfectshade: My reasons for including Agnes and Henrietta was to start showing the larger picture, Henrietta's to see the wars progress and moral casualties while Agnes shows that the church is on the move and how easy it is for them to be seen as trustworthy despite being a seperate country. Julio 'moving in on a vulnerable person' is exactly how the scene was supposed to feel, think of it as a warning about mixing business/personal and how it can be taken advantage of. Honestly, I don't think Julio can handle the 'blowback' but whether he needs to depends on when Agnes finds out.

I always felt that Colbert's dilemma wasn't completly fleshed out in the anime so I added more details, making it so heavy as a result, Glad that Dove's scenes afterwards helped lighten the mood as they were supposed to. I had a feeling that in anime: Tiffiana wasn't introduced earlier due to her shy nature, that if she'd found someone to connect with she would have come out of the forest earlier, so I had her meet an elf she could connect with.

StarStriker24: Thanks, I personally didn't like him and am glad I could make you hate him too. Werewolf reveal is actually planned in the near future. My thoughts on Dove's knowledge of magic is that she's embraced the nordic culture, where the strength of your arm is way more valued than your magic ability. Also, in my opinion the title of Arch Mage was handed to her because she killed Ancano and no one else wanted the paperwork, leading her to avoid the place because once she returned there'd be a pile of forms for her to fill out and handle as seen in chapters 72-73.

Okay, I admit that I have little insight on armor and it's weight. I was more basing it off what I use in the game and the fact that Dove is both an adventurer and a blacksmith, two very body building activities, sorry for the imersion break. I honestly haven't writen a scene where they just sit down and talk due to three factors: I don't think it'd be all that entertaning to read, covering basics this late in the story might come across as insulting to those who stuck with me this far, and finally there's just so much and so many niche facets that it'd take entire chapters to handle it all. It'd be better for flow to introduce the relivant lore close to when it's going to be used.

If we have a sit down chapter where we just talk about Religion, powers, adventures, allies, role in the war, titles, family, and history of her world, then we could be here a while and I've already been 'talked to' about a 'long winded lore' segment where all I did was give a name and sphere of influence to each of the Dedric princess's and Aedra.

Beta'd by evevee

Okay, I NEED YOUR ATTENTION FOR A MOMENT!

I am sorry to say that I need to go on Hiatus for a little while.

My life after new years got a lot busier.

A lot of things have gotten busier.

oh, and I need to plan my Wedding.

It's all but completly taken over my free (writing) time.

Fortunately it will be getting easier in a few months.

I don't want to stop writing, and I won't, I just won't be posting until I have the time to properly edit my scatter-brained mess.

As it stands I can't focus on writing and my product to you suffers because of it.

I hope you can understand and have patience with me until I can deliver a chapter that isn't all over the place.

Tabitha stared at the wall. It hadn't changed in the past half hour, but maybe if she kept watching it'd do something productive. Kirche, on the other hand, watched her blue-haired friend with worry. "Tabby," she finally said, breaking the silence. "She's going to be alright."

The two young women were sitting in their shared room, unlike the main building the attack hadn't damaged any of the structure in the dorm tower so the girls had been sent there in the aftermath.

Tabitha nodded in response to her friend but didn't look away from the wall.

"She'll be back before you notice," Kirche tried again.

"I've already noticed," Tabitha responded verbally this time, her voice as dull as the wall she was staring at. "I want to go after her."

"Really?" Kirche asked, surprised by how open Tabitha was being. They might be friends but sometimes it felt like it was easier trying to get her dragon familiar to talk to them. The fact that she responded at her second prod spoke volumes about how uneasy she was.

"I want them safe," Tabitha elaborated, lowering her head to look at the ground. "My baby. Dove." The cerulean closed her eyes before asking, "Is this what my mother felt?" Was this feeling, this all encompassing fear, what drove her mother to take the drink for her back then?

Her mind went back to the moment of realization that Dove wasn't there, the way her heart had seemed to drop to her toes like a pot of molten lead. She felt like she understood her own mother's actions better now because of it.

"We all do," Kirche said, ignoring the mother comment for the moment. Standing up, she moved over to sit next to the normally quiet girl.

Tabitha then surprised her by leaning in towards her. Lifting her arms, Kirche hugged her.

"Will you look for her?" Tabitha asked after a moment.

"Hm?" Kirche asked, "Of course we will?"

Tiabitha shook her head and pulled back to give Kirche a hard look. "Gallia isn't in this war. My uncle won't commit until it's nearly over. Germania is already involved," Tabitha explained like it was the simplest thing in the world. "You might be allowed to go to the front with Louise, I won't." That was the root of her pain, she had already been called home, away from the front lines and her endangered love.

"Louise is going?" Kircke asked, raising an eyebrow. "I can't see her sisters letting her do that." The two Valiere sisters hadn't even tried to hide the fact that they were her new bodyguards. One sister had sat with her while taking her statement, then they both followed her to bed.

Later the blond one had left to get a horse and carriage ready to take the lot of them home, she'd been slowed down by all the other girl taking all the readily available ones but that only made the elder sister demand a new one made ready as soon as was humanly possible.

"She will, her sisters won't stop her," Tabitha responded. "Dove is Dovahkiin."

"Ah," Kirche said, nodding understanding. "Then why don't you just come with us? If Louise and I are going then we'd love to have you."

The two sat in silence for a moment before Tabitha answered. "My Uncle has called for my return. I can't disobey him," she said delicately.

"Because of your mother?" Kirche asked, surprising Tabitha by being so direct.

The Gallia girl nodded giving her a searching look.

"Louise and I were told about your family when we went to your house," Kirche explained. "We both decided to help you."

"Really?" Tabitha asked, her expression turning to one of mute shock. "Dangerous, not your country, your problem."

"You're our friend though," Kirche said with a wave of her hand, "Just like Dove is. We want both of you to be safe."

Tabitha frowned before turning to glare at Kirche. She'd been completely distracted from thinking about Dove for a moment there. She wasn't sure how she felt about someone being able to distract her. "Thank you," she finally decided.

"Also, you shouldn't worry too much," Kirche said, trying to sound light-hearted. "It's Dove we're talking about, she'd probably doing alright. There's nothing that can hold her for long. I imagine she's always kicking butt and taking names right now."

"Uh," Dove temperised, uncertainly clinging to the tree as she tried to think of a way out of this situation.

"Could you please come down," the young voice repeated. "You're in a really uncomfortable spot for me."

Dove realized that she'd been tearing her dress for strips and sliced holes in the sides for scrap twine and mobility to the point of where her dress didn't quite function as one. Realistically she only had a pair of flaps about knee high in front and back left to cover her modesty. On top of that her butt was currently pushed outwards in a crouch as she maneuvered herself down the tree, everything was on display to those below her. "Alright, I'm coming down," she called back while trying to pull her butt closer to the trunk.

In moments she was on the ground.

Turning around, Dove found herself facing a surprising sight. The young woman before her was beautiful, there was no other way to describe her. Both women started to blush as they took each other in.

The young woman was about as old as the girls back in the academy, average height, blond, with big doe eyes and large breasts that somehow made her look both extremely young and mature at the same time. She had a simple green dress with white arm bands and a large floppy hat.

She was holding a large basket with several wild fruits and vegetables with no weapons, not even a knife for some reason.

She looked adorable in Dove's opinion, not a threat to her. "Hello," the disguised elf said, feeling the lodestone her worry had become drop from her shoulders as she waved at the stranger, subtly moving her head to cover her ears more.

"Hi," the young woman replied, waving back. Her voice was very soft, musical, and very frightened.

"So, what are you doing around here?" Dove asked, smiling with relief.

"Well, I live around here." the woman responded while glancing around.

"Why so nervous, is this part of the forest dangerous?" Dove questioned, looking around herself.

"No, not really," the girl said, shaking her head. "It's just that I had to go a little further than normal to find food and aren't as familiar with this part of it." She paused then amended her response, "The forest used to be safe but now there are groups of armed men moving through, they can be violent at times." She shuddered as the memory of one close encounter passed through her mind.

"Really," Dove excitedly gasped, leaning in and accidently causing the girl to jump. "That's great! Do you know where the armies are? I'd really like to find the one attacking Albion."

"Ah?" the girl sputtered looking at the Baroness in confusion. She'd never heard of someone looking for an army before, or openly admit to wanting to attack the country they were currently in.

Dove waited for a long moment before losing her smile and leaning back. "Well, do you know the way to the armies?" she repeated, mentally berating herself. She was coming across too strong and frightening the poor girl.

"Wh-why do you want to go there?" said girl asked.

"I've had a very bad couple of days," Dove replied bluntly. "Culminating in getting kidnapped and brought to this floating island by the Reconquesta. I want to go home."

"Kidnapped?" The stranger in green gasped. "Why?"

"Reasons," Dove responded, her brain finally catching up with her excitement and putting a hold on her babbling. "Look, I'm sorry, my manners seem to have left me. My name is Dove. What is yours?" foregoing her last name and titles for safety.

"Uh," the girl stuttered, "I-I'm Tiffania."

"Tiffania," Dove repeated, "Again, I'm sorry for overwhelming you."

"That's alright," Tiffania said, recovering but still a little flustered.

"Thank you, however, I still need to know where the battles are taking place. I want to return home," Dove reiterated.

"Well, I've been, ah, living alone for awhile but I've seen soldiers in the woods recently," Tiffania said thoughtfully. "They were all going south-east. You might find them in that direction."

"Thank you," Dove smiled before starting off in that direction.

"Wait," Tiffania's voice interrupted her march. "Where are you going?"

Dove turned and raised an eyebrow. "To the army of Tristain," she said, confused. "That's how I'm going to get home after all."

"But you'll get hurt," Tiffania insisted, setting her basket down. "So many people have been moving through the forest, I think the entire army of Albion has been called together. They'll kill you."

"What makes you think they'd kill me?" Dove said haughtily, only just resisting the urge to toss her head dramatically. "I'm just a poor lost woman looking for my missing husband on the battlefield." She frowned and batted her eyes like she was about to cry for good measure.

"Not if they see your ears," Tiffania pointed out.

"True," Dove acknowledged, reaching up to tap her chin.

"Wait, what?" the dragonborn snapped, looking at Tiffania, her expression full of wariness. A hand slid behind her as she prepared to attack the girl. She might be unarmed but that wouldn't stop Dove from hurting her if absolutely necessary.

"Eh, s-sorry," Tiffania mumbled looking down. "I noticed while you were climbing." She started hesitantly reaching up towards her own hat, a look of indecision on her face.

Dove frowned as she waited for information before determining the young girl's fate.

"I noticed that you and I share a few things in common." Tiffania repeated, more to herself than to Dove, like she was trying to psych herself up.

"Thinks in common?" Dove asked, blinking in confusion. She could tell that something was going over her head but she couldn't figure out what.

Tiffania sucked in a breath before determinedly yanking her hat off her head. "Well, it's because of these," she blurted out, reaching a hand up towards her, now revealed, pointed ears.

The day after the hostage situation would have passed quickly for most of the students in the Tristain academy of Magic. They were going home and only thought about getting there to their parent's arms.

Louise, on the other hand, wasn't thinking about going home at all, she was thinking about getting even.

She wanted to go take the fight back to Albion and if it wasn't for her sisters she'd be gone already. The pair had frog marched her from the main hall after she gave her report to the musketeers up to her room and hadn't let her be alone since.

Cattleya had even gone with her to the bathroom while Elenore had gone for food.

It was like being in a prison.

"I can do this by myself, you know," she said, throwing her cloak over her shoulders. Elenore had stepped out for a moment and she'd taken the opportunity to convince her much kinder sister to allow her to go check on her friends.

"I know," Cattleya replied, coming over and adjusting her sister's pendent herself. "I just don't want you to get hurt again."

Louise glared, but there wasn't a lot of heat in her glare. She had been singled out as a hostage and recognized how hard it had been for her sisters to only watch from the distance so it would be good for them to fuss over her for a bit. It wasn't like she needed to be fussed over herself, she'd already been kidnapped once before by her former Fiance so she was used to the feeling of hopelessly waiting for rescue, she was 'cool' with the situation.

Honestly, she understood where her sisters were coming from but she didn't need them smothering her.

It wasn't like she'd needed them in the same room as her to sleep last night or anything! No matter what they claim!

She huffed dismissively to herself and marched out with her pink-haired shadow in step.

Classes weren't going but she needed to find out what was being done about the situation and what she could do to help.

The halls in the dorms were quiet. Frowning, Louise peeked into a few rooms as she passed by, it was completely empty. "Did a lot of students leave, Sister?" she asked, pulling back out of the doorway.

"Basically everyone Louise," Cattleya said, silently grateful for that fact. "The only ones left are the foreign students, those whose parents thought their homes were too close to the front line, and the staff."

Louise nodded, thinking about who to ask. Tabitha and Kirche might know what's going on but the musketeers might not have told them everything as they were foreign. The remaining students would take a bit to hunt down and might not know anything.

That left the staff as her best option. Dove would assuredly give her the answers she wanted anyway once she found her familiar.

Decision made, she started going down towards the servants quarters. Behind her, Cattleya sighed. 'Two more hours then we're ready to leave.'

Agnes and Julio had retreated to Agnes' room for privacy so the captain could share the book she'd found with him.

"There was no record?" Julio asked, apparently confused. He sat down at the musketeer's desk and flipped through the book, it was a compilation of military reports from the last few decades for him to search.

"Yes," Agnes said. "I can't explain it and neither can those I've already shared this with."

"See here," she said, gesturing at said book, "The page has been ripped out to hide details and all the people I'd been able to track down to ask about the event didn't have anything to add that wasn't already common knowledge."

"So you're stuck on how to move forwards with this," Julio said, tapping his finger into his palm. "That's why you've been so frustrated."

"Exactly," Agnes sighed, feeling a lot better already now that she was getting this off her chest.

Julio looked down at the book, a thoughtful look on his face. "I think I can help you," Julio finally decided, getting a look from Agnes. "If you let me copy the incident report in this book then I could have some priests track down the others in the squad and perhaps find out if they have anything else to add."

"You'd do that?" Agnes asked, surprised. "Just to help me get my personal investigation?"

"Indeed," Julio said with a regal nod. "Hopefully with my help you'll be able to focus on the more day to day aspects of your position, many hands make light work."

Agnes felt light as air. "Thank you," she breathed.

"You're welcome," Julio said, picking up the book. "Just let me borrow this for the afternoon and I'll get letters sent out to the nearest churches to them."

Agnes nodded and Julio quickly left.

-[]-

'I wasn't expecting this problem when I was sent here,' the Falman thought as he marched towards his room. The captain's determination to follow this rabbit hole could cause issues for his master.

'Speaking of issues,' he grumbled, arriving at his room.

The inside of his personal room was strangely dim. The windows somehow didn't let enough of the sun in and the lamp on his desk genuinely looked like it was moments from spluttering. It felt like something was eating any light in the area.

The cause of this was obvious, the open book on his desk oozed a writhing mass of tentacles that was literally reaching for anything it could get. The mass turned towards him as he entered.

"Greetings Falman," the voice echoed from the lump of sea flesh. "What has occurred? I felt my connection of influence on the mortal strain and snap. Is the mortal dead?"

"No," Julio said, putting the book he brought on his bed before walking to the desk. "There was an attack and she was taken hostage."

"Odd, she was quite the effective pain back when she killed my servant."

Julio rolled his eyes at the book, whatever this creature was, it liked to use leading statements that almost begged him to ask questions and incur it's 'cost'.

The being's tentacles twitched as if it could see his disrespect. One tentacle, larger than all the others, arose and turned to 'look' at him, It's skin started bubbling and swelling. "I would gladly give you more assistance if you swore to me," the creature said as a postural burst and something resembling an eye popped out.

"Ew," Julio muttered, put off.

A slimy tentacle slithered up to rub the 'head', causing three more eyes to pop out.

"What exactly can you do if I swear to you?" Julio asked, looking into its new eyes. "The fact that you could give her nightmares was interesting but in the end all it did was cause her to make mistakes during the day. What else can you offer?"

The head twisted, trying to bring all four eyes to bare on him. "I am not that strong with dreams, however, that is all I am able to directly affect as of right now," the thing said. "With a stronger link to this realm, through a sworn servant per say, I could send through my seekers."

"Seekers?" Julio asked.

"Powerful creatures made in my own image to obey me and discover new information."

"Not going to happen," Julio said, putting his foot down. There was no way he was going to let more of whatever this thing was through the book.

"Then I will have to wait until there's less distance between my book and her to reestablish my nightmares," the book muttered, thoroughly disappointed.

'I might be able to use this,' Julio thought. "You will tell me if you do reestablish the curse right?" he questioned blandly. If he could carry the book quietly on the front lines then he would be able to know when he got close to the Baroness.

"Of course," Mora responded with equal congeniality.

Putting the abomination on his desk out of mind, the Falman pulled out a piece of paper and started copying the unit information from Dungletale.

He needed to know if there were any other loose ends hiding out there.

Tiffania's plan for the day had been to find some fresh fruit and vegetables for a more lavish than usual dinner. Her sister had sent a letter to her telling her that she was coming home later today and she wanted to provide a much better dinner than normal.

Usually she had some wild vegetable stew or rabbit for dinner but tonight she wanted a full salad and rabbit stew with some of her leftover sugar and milk made into sweet rolls and fresh pears.

Despite setting out well before morning, the plan hadn't gone so well. All of her usual traps didn't have rabbits in them and her nearby fruit trees weren't quite ripe yet.

Begrudgingly, she had to go further and further from her house to find anything worth presenting to her sister.

Nearly an hour away from her home, she'd been poking through some bushes looking for some Beets and Carrots when a pinecone had fallen on her head.

Reaching up, she quietly rubbed at the spot while looking up at where the cone had come from only to be greeted by a view of a particularly early full moon under Dove's dress. She blinked before turning red and looking away.

'This isn't a good sign,' she had groaned, her sister had moved her out here for her own safety, elf and all that, but recently there had been groups of armed men randomly moving through the trees

Tiffania had had several close calls with them, hiding at the last second in the bushes from them but it'd been too close at times.

Now there was someone directly above her.

Glancing up she quickly looked away again.

Why would someone climb a tree without leggings?

All she could think to do was wait in the bush for the stranger to leave and pray that the woman didn't look towards her, like she had done with the soldiers passing through.

Tiffania waited as the climber got lower, quietly kneeling in place so that she didn't disturb the bush around her and give her spot away. She risked moving her head every few minutes for a quick peek to check the other woman's progress down the trunk.

The climber's progress was slow, like she was only half paying attention to her descent. Her legs bunched up every now and then causing her butt to flash everything on the forest floor before pulling in and letting her head shift to counterbalance.

During one of these moves, Tiffania saw her ears.

The elf blinked in surprise and curiosity. Neither she nor her sister had heard of any elves in the country and they kept their own ears open for those kinds of rumors. Seeing another of her mother's kind caused a nervous excitement to bubble in her gut.

With her excitement pushing her forwards, the young woman sucked in a deep breath before she pushed herself through the branches and into the open.

"Uh, miss?" She called up while pushing her own nerves down. "Why are you climbing in a dress? Can you uh, please come down, I can see up your skirt."

-[]-

"Oh," Dove said a little off guard, looking at the ears presented before her. She really should have ripped off another strip of cloth from her dress to make a headband and cover her own. She was beyond lucky that the first person she'd ran into was an elf.

"Yes," Tiffania replied nervously, her face heating up as she shifted from foot to foot. She hadn't meant to be so forward. She had no clue what to do, her mind felt like a swirling cloud of possible actions and emotions, unable to make itself up on whether to excitedly running up and hugging the full blooded elf or stumbling back in fear of the same elf's reaction to her mixed heritage.

The formerly climbing elf looked Tiffania up and down again after her reveal, eyes unreadable. Tiffania winced, she could already tell she'd messed this approach up.

Dove looked at the younger woman once more before opening her mouth, causing Tiffania to flinch.

"Well, I guess we do have something in common," she said, causing Tiffania to glance at her hopefully. "So then, do you think you can help me?" Dove asked, equally hopeful.

Tiffania blinked and tilted her head. "Help you with what?" she asked, nerves resurfacing. 'What could an elf want here in Albion?' she thought, only now asking the larger questions. 'And she wanted to know where the battlefields were, is she a spy? Is that why she was kidnapped?'

"I don't have anywhere to sleep tonight, and really don't want to sleep out in the open without a proper roof over my head," Dove replied, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment before hurrying to add, "I won't cause any trouble, I'm also a great cook and willing to help bake for you in exchange. I was the assistant chef at the academy of magic before all this."

Tiffania's eyes widened in surprise. "You're rather trusting for a stranger," she stated to cover her own nerves. Her sister had warned her about bringing a stranger to her house, on the other hand, the offer of a professionally cooked meal in time for her sister's return was very tempting.

"Please," Dover begged, internally groaning before reaching up to put her hand on her belly. "I want to spend as little time as possible out in the forest." It felt a little manipulative to use her babies this way but it might get her out of Albion faster..

Tiffania blinked, the subtle clue going right over her head before asking, "You're… Hungry?"

Now it was Dove's turn to blink. "No," she said, spelling it out, "Just pregnant."

"Oh," Tiffania gasped in surprise, looking from her face to her belly.

"So~?" Dove followed up, clasping her hands under her chin while giving her new acquaintance a pleading look, "I really am a great chef."

Tiffania's heart melted as she watched Dove plead. "Alright," she relented, prompting a grin to break out on Dove's face.

"Thank you," Dove said sighing in relief. "So," she said, moving on before Tiffania could change her mind. "What are you looking for now?"

Tiffania lifted her basket. "Root vegetables, there's usually some in this part of the forest. I need enough for three people now."

"You me, and someone else? " Dove asked, drawing out the question.

"My sister Matilda is coming home tonight," Tiffania replied. "I want to give her the best meal she's ever had."

"Alright, an excellent meal for three." Dove nodded, "Lets go!" Before turning and all but skipping into the trees.

Louise groaned, as the door to the kitchens closed behind her.

She couldn't find Dove anywhere and the servants weren't being at all helpful.

Her familiar wasn't in her room, or the kitchen, or even in her classroom. Strangely anyone she asked would start to answer before suddenly breaking off and leaving as soon as they could. She wasn't sure, but she had a feeling that it was after they saw something over her shoulder...

Nah, it can't be her sister frightening them.

"Where is she?" she asked out loud. She couldn't even think of anywhere else the elf might have gone normally except her cave, an unlikely place since she would be needed to deal with the aftermath of the attack. Now that she thought about it, where were the housecarls?"

"Maybe we just missed her," Cattleya said interjecting herself into Louise's thoughts with a strained smile.

She didn't like lies but if she could hide what happened to the Baroness for another hour then Elenora would have the carriage ready to take them home. It was surprisingly easy to get the servants to leave her baby sister in the dark with a glare.

It was both empowering and disheartening how they reacted to the quiet girl who led a side of the musketeers and held up the entire main tower by herself.

"Maybe," Louise allowed thoughtfully. "I think Tabitha might know where she is." She was moving before she finished talking.

Cattleya sighed before picking up her feet and following, trying to think of something to stop her sister from finding someone who could fill her in.

Thankfully for her goal, so many of the students had left. Though Louise's insistence to seek out the only girls in the school who were able to cause her issues was less than appreciated.

Louise didn't pay her sister any attention as she stalked through the halls.

"Why don't we wait a bit," Cattleya suggested. "They might be getting ready to travel back to their own countries."

"They'll have time," Louise said, walking into the student dorms. Cattleya quietly groaned at her coming defeat.

whelp,

hope that wasn't too big a cliff hanger.

For those of you who didn't read the top:

I am going on Hiatus due to being unable to give you a chapter that is on point until after my Wedding.

Please understand that I'm sorry and disapointed in myself for not producing a good chapter for you in two weeks as I want to

life happens,

but I will be back once I can dedicate more time to writing.

Promise