The maid’s eyes looked upwards to the heavens, watching as the faint outline of Dvalin soared across the skyline. How she longed to experience freedom such as that, soaring through the wind without a single care. It was beautiful. 𝕯.

That is very rude, typically cats do not enjoy being wet.

Hmn? Oh, of course. What type of tea do you enjoy?

Patiently she waited, hands clasped above her apron.

Good evening, would you care for some tea?

No worries! Please seek me out if ever you need anything.

O-oh? You wish to spar? . . . I can make more time in my schedule to train.

Blushes intensely, the maiden was too stunned to speak.

Perhaps a bit too quickly, Noelle nods, taking in a trembling breath. "Y-yes I am! In any way that you please, Lady Yae."

Olive eye squeeze shut, small noises slipping past parted lips. "Your praise is unneeded, I am delighted to p-provide you my assistanc— aaah!"

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—!!! Yes, please, if you wouldn't mind... I gained a lot of invaluable information in defeat, and I believe I've developed a counter strategy that I would love to test out.

Riveting—? You truly honor me, I'm still just a maid after all. . . I am ready to begin whenever you are!

Hmmmmmn. . . I-I think I'll pick bow! I don't have much experience against long-distance assaults.

A nervous sweat slicks the maiden's palms, but she wipes them quickly against her skirt before taking hold of her massive claymore. "R-right, I'm ready—!"

Brow furrowed, the small maid was too concentrated to respond. Instead she stepped to the side so the arrow mearly grazed her. Adjusting her stance, she used the momentum of her heavy weapon to swing wide and fast towards the harbinger.

Noelle couldn't help the red that creeped its way onto her cheeks, the compliment causing her to falter for a moment. Then, shaking her head, she called upon the element of geo to shield her from harm as she charged forward with reckless abandon.

The sudden change in weapon was highly unexpected, the force of colliding blades throwing her smaller from to the ground. She paused. Olive hues quickly flicking from one blade to the other as she got back to her feet. Claymore held defensively as she looked for an opening.