[ Miko hadn't done anything that would scare the dog off. She stews in her own grievances, silent as the dull wind in the mountains. It takes a bit for Thoma to oblige to her request and make his way back – but she had left the ponds at the side of the compound to the front steps when he arrives.

The sunny blonde catches the sunset like nothing other, leaving the maidens behind her in awe. He's a good guy and his word was solid. They approach Thoma, taking the container for their Lady without even a single word.

Thoma's friend was all too happy to see him – bumrushing the boy without any reprieve. ]

If you can make one promise, perhaps. Are you willing to oblige my request?

[ A soft huff past her lips follows: ]

A smaller class of dogs. I'm not quite sure you can manage them.