You remind me the writer

what writer?

Ther writer with the power,

What power

Power vudo

Vudo?

you do

Do whay?

Remind of the writer~

who doesn't own Skyrim or Familiar of zero

(Awesome people know this altered quote)

xanothos: Thank you, yes her name is the same as a bird.

Touhou is Life: Then tell me: who is 'robin'?

Guest000: I won't run out DATTEBAYO! The potion is hers and she can see how this would change their world so she's keeping a death grip on where it goes. Maybe she needs to kill anyone who 'roughs' her up enough to see her ears.

helkil: It's not that Dove allows them to strong arm her, its that on occasion she doesn't care or she's being sneaky instead. to be fair, getting you breath knocked out by a sucker knee is a horrible way to get taken out, then again, being unable to fight back to hide her ears has got to be worse.

RedBurningDragon: Well... I have a perverted magic sword, and I did make a magical girl, This does sound like what I know about Zelrech. I was thinking that she could use the soul tear shout to trap the soul in the body bypassing the need of gems altogether ;P

Arnoldstrife: If it's so interesting o you, then could you pass along any ideas you have for those social/economical/religious impact ideas to me? I would love to hear them.

Akshka: Here's more.

amimai002: I want to stab him as well. But the resulting inquiry would be too much of a pain.

evevee: She want's to distance herself from 'smashing arrogant' actions for fear of her dragon side and unfortunately that has caused her to be a bit meek. That will change but is stuck with her for a bit.

Guest: I know she get pushed around a bit, but she does have the reasons mentioned above.

Properdecay: OH GOSH! could you imagine what that would do to her? Magic in royals is much stronger then other mages but adding Magicka?

XSDStitch: NOOO Not a MLP reference!

Guest: Here it is.

NacNak: Thanks, lots of people are saying that she's too meek. She might be but there is a reason for any actions that could be considered 'meek'.

Sal: there might be some.

By the way there might be something that can be considered a LIME in this chapter.

"No, pick someone else," Dove said while crossing her arms. Having an argument with the Queen of the country you currently live in, that might not be the best move for her politically but there was no compromising with her on this topic.

"Why not Guiche Gramont? He is the son of General Gramont and already has a place on the front lines so he can implement the potion in actual combat," Henrietta argued.

Dove deadpanned at the queen, "have you ever met Guiche?"

Henrietta nodded, "I saw him at balls and welcomed him to many of them." That counted didn't it.

"So you never met him outside of an official capacity, you don't know what he's like outside of court functions," Dove summed up, "there's no way I'm letting my potion go to a flirt like him."

"Besides," she added, "I thought you wanted to have someone you can watch drink the potion."

Henrietta sighed, this was rather difficult. All the contenders for Dove's potion that she could think of were already on the battle field. Frustration was starting to overcome her since they had spent over half an hour discussing who could take the Baroness's potion.

The rest of the people in the room just sat there watching the two women go at it as if they were watching competitive sports. Louise was a bit worried as the two went back and forth over who was worthy. Henrietta kept suggesting different noble families while Dove kept shooting them down.

Michel was on the verge of suggesting herself, she really wanted to see and maybe feel what the potion did to someone. She had seen Agnes after she drank it but now she wanted to watch it from start to finish.

Julio was calm on the outside. Internally he was already compiling everything he knew about the strange Baroness. Her behavior was so Atypical of the Tristainian nobles he had met, in fact she was odd for any kind of noble from any of the various kingdoms.

Julio tried to compare her to the existing nobles he had met, but nothing 'fit' perfectly. She was most like Germalians right now as she bargained with the Queen, but up till then she had acted like a Albionian or a Tristian, loyal but dignified.

Her behavior and intentions were a confusing mess that he would need to get to the bottom of before he reported back.

Agnes… had had enough. She stepped forwards with a solution. "I have in my company a musketeer that would work for this test," She said not beating around the bush.

She instantly got the attention of everyone else in the room. Michel looked at her captain. 'Who are you thinking of Agnes?' she wondered since she was sure it wasn't her or Agnes would have outright said.

Henrietta asked Michel's question. "Who?"

"In my company there is a woman who has once before drank one Dove's potions. It set and almost completely healed the bone in her leg when she landed on it from being thrown by her horse," Agnes tried to avoid mentioning why the horse had thrown her. "I think she would be willing to drink this potion as well," Agnes finished off.

Henrietta asked the one question Agnes didn't want to answer instead of remaining on topic, "How did she get thrown from her horse? All of your subordinates are good horse women. Is she alright now?" She worried about those under her command. After the Wales event, she felt the need to be better than before and she did that by asking after her people.

Agnes sighed, she was sure that the Queen would feel guilty about this. "She was thrown by her horse when the resurrected Prince Wales threw a spell over his shoulder at us and the group was nocked down."

As expected, Agnes saw the light dim in Henrietta's eyes.

"I see," the Queen spoke without meeting her guard's eyes, she couldn't ever be sorry enough in her opinion. "I'm sorry," she said.

Agnes just looked on impassively. "Anyway," she moved on, "I think that Musketeer Lela would be a fine tester for this potion. Because of her injury she is here at the academy and I know she has no magic to begin with so she can demonstrate exactly how effective the potion can be on commoners."

"I suggest that she drink the potion and then receive training from the staff here at the academy and from Baroness Bosquet, she can be used as a test to see just how quickly we can generate mages for this war," Agnes wrapped up her suggesting.

Julio raised an eyebrow in contemplation, he respected how the captain was working towards victory in this war, but to just create mages out of commoners was something completely unprecedented. Dare he say, it was heretical?

'Wait and see,' he decided as his actions, after all, this potion might not work on all people who drank it. Maybe those who receive magical powers already had a noble background somewhere.

Henrietta considered for a moment. However, it was Dove who answered.

"I think that would be a great idea," she said, internally she was glad it wasn't someone who was already a mage receiving her potion, they would handle the power better if they appreciated the value of what her potion was giving them was.

Henrietta looked sideways at Dove. Giving magic to another commoner wasn't what she wanted, but she was tired of arguing with the stubborn woman so she let it go. "Please bring Musketeer Lela here," she ordered Michel.

The blue haired musketeer nodded before taking her leave.

"So," Dove started addressing Henrietta, "how are you feeling? I couldn't help but pick up on something when Agnes here mentioned Musketeer Lela."

Louise looked at Dove confusedly, she had been there so she had to know how Henrietta was feeling. After a moment her confusion lifted and she mentally smacked herself for forgetting. Dove had gone as Dovahkiin; she was separating herself from her dragon persona.

Agnes and Henrietta couldn't meet each other's eyes. Then Henrietta spoke, "I was foolish. I tried to leave my responsibilities behind and run off with an illusion of the one I love." Her voice was calm and steady.

Privately Dove felt her respect for Henrietta grow as she kept her face neutral. Not many people could be that calm after losing someone they love, even fewer could own up to such a large mistake to anyone let alone someone as abrasive as she was being.

"Both Agnes and Louise, along with the musketeer force and Louise's familiar worked together to stop me," Henrietta said, "I'm grateful to them, they saved me and put my love to rest, but I said and did things during the fight that will haunt me for the rest of my life."

"Wow," Dove said, "you must have screwed up big time." She might have respected Henrietta's honesty, but she decided to be deliberately blunt as her way of reprimanding the young Queen.

"Yes, I was," Henrietta admitted just as bluntly. It hurt to say it but it was true and she was picking up on the fact that Dove treated honest people better when she addressed them.

Dove blinked as she hadn't been expecting Henrietta's response to be like that. She then grinned happily as the queen's words satisfied her, "well, I hope you learn from this, that's the key to situations like this. Find the lesson to learn from this and make sure it sticks."

Henrietta nodded as Dove seemed to drop the subject for now.

It didn't take too much longer for Michel and Musketeer Lela to arrive at the headmaster's office. Dove quietly recognized the brunette as the one who had been screaming her heart out because of a broken leg. She had silenced herself soon afterwards and hadn't gone into shock, she most likely had a strong personality to be as silent as she had been.

Lela limped forward to stand in front of her Queen, obviously her leg wasn't completely healed. "Your highness," she said neutrally to which Henrietta nodded back before the musketeer turned to Agnes. "Captain," her voice was a lot warmer for Agnes.

Then surprisingly she turned to Dove and saluted again, "Baroness Bosquet, thank you for creating that potion, it saved me from a lot of pain."

"You're welcome," Dove said then added, "It has saved me a lot of pain in my past adventures as well."

"Now then," Henrietta called their attention, "You are here because you have already taken one of Baroness's potions in the past. We would like you to drink another so that we can confirm its effects on the human body. Are you willing to try it?"

Lela looked a little wary, "What are the intended effects of this potion? Will it hurt me."

"It will make you feel really full," Agnes said surprising Lela since it was her answering, "however, it will cause a permanently change in you. The potion is supposed to turn you into a mage, granting you magicka."

Lela blinked, "what?" she wasn't sure if what she had heard correctly.

"I have a potion that will give you the ability to use Magicka," Dove summed up, "Mister. Flirt-priest here," she gestured to Julio, "wants a demonstration to write home to the pope about, while Agnes wants me to train the person who drinks this potion to see how long it would take to teach a person to the point of combat readiness in magicka."

She turns to look around, ignoring Lela for a moment, "Did I miss anything?"

"No," Agnes said before addressing Lela, "this is an important test Lela, if you can take this potion and learn how to use magicka in combat then we will have an estimate on how long it would take to teach more mages and help us end this war sooner."

Lela frowned, "Your orders are for me to test one of the Baroness's potions to see how long it takes me to learn magic?"

Dove shook her head and interjected a point, "no one is going to order you to do anything, they just want to show what we can do to the priest so that he can report to the pope while at the same time figure out how long it would take a person to adapt to the new magicka in their system."

Lela closed her eyes considering.

"Are there any side effects?" She asked looking at Dove, "I really don't want to find out too late that I'll grow a third arm or something like that. Although it might help my aim."

Dove laughed out loud at her boldness and shook her head, she could tell that she was going to like Lela. "None that we are aware of," Dove said leaving a little room for error.

Lela took a deep breath to steel herself before nodding, "I'll take it."

Henrietta stood from behind the headmaster's desk and held out Dove's potion. "Then please," she said, "let's do this test."

Lela straightened her shoulders and limped the few feet to receive the potion from her.

Julio moved up closer to insure a good view while the rest, save Agnes and Dove seemed torn between crowding around and staying safely back.

Lela seemed to become a bit nervous at the lack of support by the others. She steeled herself again, "Well, here goes nothing," she said and squeezed her eyes shut while taking the potion like a shot of alcohol.

The potion was surprisingly good, it tasted like some kind of bitter fruit instead of a potion or any other medicine she had taken before.

The group stood around, waiting for something to happen, so burst of light maybe or that third arm she wanted.

Instead they just grew awkward standing there doing nothing while she kept her eyes closed.

After a moment she relaxed her face and cautiously opened one eye. "Is that it?" she asked looking around, she quickly checked out her body and found nothing different than before.

"Well what were you expecting to happen?" Dove asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know," Lela admitted, "maybe a bit of power or something new added to my very being. Something a little more dramatic than that."

Dove snorted. "Sounds like you've heard too many old wives' tales," she grinned, "anyway, how do you feel? Full?"

"Yes? It isn't that long past lunch so I'm not hungry," Lela said not getting why Baroness Bosquet would bring it up.

"Magicka makes you feel like you're full when you have a full charge of the stuff," Agnes said.

Lela looked at her captain in surprise, "really? How do you know?"

Agnes growled, "Dove tested the potion on me a little while ago. It took a little bit of getting used to before I could differentiate between full of food and full of magicka."

Lela looked at Agnes in surprise, she knew about her captains hatred for mages, so the fact that Baroness Bosquet was still alive was a rather large shock.

"So," Dove drew the groups attention to herself as she addressed Julio, "What do you want me to teach her for this demonstration, Mr. Flirt? Keep in mind that full growth and control over her new powers will take a little while."

Julio took his new nickname in stride and thought about her question. "I would like to see her use one of the elements, even if it would take a long time to teach her any spells, I would need to know that she can at least use the elements for my report to the pope."

Dove nodded and Lela couldn't help but let an exited smile grace her face.

"Imagine fire," Dove said, "imagine that it is in your core, about where the feeling of fullness is."

Lela nodded and tried to associate the feeling with fire.

"Now imagine that feeling of fire is now traveling up your torso to your shoulder, through your arm, and out your palm," Dove said smirking.

Lela didn't notice the Baroness's expression and lifted her hand to do so.

"YIKE!" she suddenly cried as a tiny burst of fire leapt from her hands only to die about less than an inch or three beyond her flesh.

"That hurt!" she accused Dove looking at her with anger.

Dove nodded, "Yup. Like flexing a muscle, you need to build up through repetition, work through the pain before the feeling becomes natural and you can cast without feeling like you just burnt your hand."

Lela looked at her in consternation before sighing, she knew that nothing came without sacrifice and pain so she should have been expecting something like that.

Agnes on the other hand frowned, "How come I didn't feel any pain when you first taught me a spell?" It wasn't right that she shouldn't suffer when her subordinates should. It could lead to resentment if some people got hurt and others didn't.

Dove waved her off. "You learned a spell that didn't cause pain the first time you use it but it requires a lot of magicka to use." She explained, "I was surprised, only a certain kind of Mer back home is naturally attuned to lighting spells yet you managed to use it right off."

Agnes stiffened and frowned at being compared to an elf.

Julio raised an eyebrow at the mentioning of attunement, before he noticed Agnes's reaction to Dove's words.

"What are Mer?" he asked confusedly and then moved to explain when Dove looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "I ask because the good captain looks rather angry at being compared to such a thing, whatever it is."

"Mer are just another kind of people," Dove said smiling and decided to leave somethings out, "a very kind group who just live their lives like everybody else. Some are polite, some aren't, and some are just neutral."

Julio could see the tension between the Baroness and the others in the room grow at her words. "I, see," he said slowly with an uneasy smile, "they sound like… a nice community."

Dove smiled, "they are for the most part. So, do you have enough for your report?"

Julio returned the smile. "Yes, I think I do," he said keeping his thoughts to himself.

"Good, while you're doing that, I'm going to be taking my newest student here out to the yard for practice, she still needs to get through the pain."

Before anyone could protest, Lela was seized by the arm as Dove started marching out the room. Lela looked back wide eyed as she hobbled in her once as Dove started cackling over how she was going to train her.

Dove smirked as she imagined the coming training schedule. Her other students had been introduced to magicka slowly, but! Agnes wanted fast so fast she got.

Buckets, Tingling, burning, freezing. It was all going to happen at once. Maybe she would even teach her to conjure a sword like she had at the first drill session on top of it all, just to push her.

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The group broke up after that, each going their separate ways. Louise and Julio went back to classes and drills. The Queen left for the palace. Agnes and Michel went back to overseeing the rotation of the drills.

As the day progressed there were small cries and screams accompanied by the occasional explosion from the next courtyard over from the main group that at first drew the attention of the musketeers and students, but was soon ignored.

The students were told to ignore it by the musketeers and teachers but that was hard for many and they only grew warier as the day progressed.

A soft word to the musketeers and a harsh command to the students from Agnes returned everyone to the task at hand was thankfully all that was needed during drills.

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Lela wouldn't make it back to the rooms with the other musketeers until almost midnight.

By that time, the entire musketeer force had heard the soft word; Lela was now a mage. They had been told that information and then told to wait until tonight for further explanations despite their curiosity.

Like good solders they had waited, but now the time for answers was at hand.

They all gathered around in a large lounge that lay just in front of their individual bed rooms. The tower where they had taken up residence was built with a short corridor that was lined with doors to rooms on each level.

There was a large fireplace and three couches in a half circle around a table in front of the fire in the lounge. Most of the girls didn't sit on the couches and instead stood just behind them as Agnes stood in front of the fire to expound on what they had been told earlier.

"You remember yesterday when I ordered guards to watch the Baroness?" she asked.

They nodded, it was only yesterday and the events leading up to that decision were still being gossiped about.

"The reason for that," Michel said, "was because the Baroness had developed a potion that can turn a commoner into a mage. She can grant magic to any person, and Lela was asked to demonstrate for the Queen and Flamen. The plan now is to use it to create more high level mages and end this war quickly."

Shocked looks and a burst of soft mutters followed that kind of announcement. For many, this rocked their world on its foundation.

"How does it do that?" One of the more vocal girls asked.

"We don't know for sure, we can only guess," Agnes said.

"What will happen now?" Asked another one, "will Lela leave us now that she became a mage? I didn't see her all day."

Agnes shook her head, "Lela is going to learn to be a mage with Baroness Bosquet's new potion. She is going to be used at my request as a test to see how long it would take for someone to become combat ready to open the option of mass training to end the war. After that she will return to our company."

As if her words were prophetic, the door opened and a sweat drenched Lela walked into the room. She didn't look at anyone, only walked to the fireplace and sat down heavily with her back to it. She swayed a little as she sat there.

"Are you alright Lela?" Agnes asked.

"Ask me when the men leave," Lela suggested pointing to a point five feet to the right of the group.

"… I think she's be fine in a minute or two," Michel said hopefully.

Lela just groaned in response.

"I think you're faking," Agnes said with narrowed eyes.

Lela actually giggled a bit deliriously. "I'm not seeing a group of guys," she admitted with a tired smile, "but I am tired and sore. Could you give me a minute to rest?"

Most of the group nodded and stood back to give her some room. The two in charge just waited.

After a moment Lela let out a long breath. "Okay," she said straightening, "I'm ready."

"What was the training like?" Agnes asked right off the bat.

Lela furrowed her brow with a frown. "It was very painful at first. I was learning three 'basic novice' spells of the 'destruction branch' of magicka," Lela caught on to the confused looks in the group. "She has a different way of grading spells then 'point, line, triangle, and square'. She has novice, apprentice, adept, expert, and master. Also magic is split into several 'branches' depending on what you want the magic to do."

The group absorbed her information quickly before Agnes gestured for her to continue.

"She taught me to throw fire, ice, and lightning from my palms," Lela said and everyone listening widened their eyes at wandless magic. "It only goes about a foot from my hands," Lela admitted, "but it's getting easier and less painful each time I try it."

Agnes nodded, pleased with the results. It would be harder to train larger groups but this test was proving that the skill could be taught very quickly, maybe even in a massive class type environment. They might be able to teach enough mages to make a difference on the battle field in about two months at this rate.

Michel on the other hand was internally grinned at the possibilities she could think up with this potion. Her ally would have the right connections for her plans to work.

The rest of the Musketeer knights were in awe.

"Do you think it would be possible for us to become mages?" The one who asked was a blond woman standing ram-rod straight towards the back of the room, she seemed to vibrate with excitement, her green eyes kept flashing looks in between Agnes, Michel, and Lela.

Agnes frowned, "I don't know Rue. One of the conditions put forth by Baroness Bosquet is that she gets final say in who receives the potion she created."

Rue frowned, "so I would have to ask her. Surly the Queen won't keep to that condition. You said that this is to create mages, wouldn't a condition like that lower the number of mages that could be produced?"

Agnes sighed. "Yes, it would," she admitted, "but I think we can work Baroness Bosquet around until she agrees to let more people take her potion."

Rue sighed in apparent disappointment, "so I have to convince a stuck up noblewoman to let me have some of her potion. Great."

To Rue's surprise, Agnes had something to say about that.

"Baroness Bosquet is not like many of the mages you'll find in Tristian." She said gritting her teeth, "She is humble enough to apologize for actions she recognized to be wrong. She isn't from Tristian originally, and I would like to meet more nobles like her even if I currently hate her for her actions."

The musketeers silently broke up after the considerable high praise from their captain.

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Tabitha was frustrated. The ability to shout would be able to put most of her fears to rest. Mages that might attack her would be devastated by the disarm shout she had first seen Dove use in her fight with Guiche.

But if the blasted easiest spell didn't even work, how was she supposed to progress?

Tabitha took a deep breath in, she needed to be calm. The point of meditating was to control your entire body. She shouldn't lose her temper.

She subtly straightened her back. She was once again meeting Dove in her room for their mediation, the small room was perfect for the concentration needed.

She breathed in, Fus, out, Fus.

It brought her nowhere.

Now she really wanted to scream. This task seemed impossible to her. 'Maybe I should have learned Magicka instead,' Tabitha thought to herself as she breathed in again.

'I need the edge,' she calmly reminded herself, 'can't use 'disarm' without knowing to shout.'

She needed to overcome this. She needed to succeed. Tabitha felt like she needed to force her way through this.

Suddenly something seemed to click and she felt a tingle on her tongue. Without even bothering to try to identify the feeling, Tabitha opened her eyes and let it out with a reverberating shout.

"FUS!"

Dove's own eyes snapped open in time to see a familiar burst of misty air rushing towards her before she was thrown backwards off the bed and her eyes found themselves on the ceiling.

Dove blinked after a moment before she levered herself up onto her elbows. Tabitha was standing on the bed over her, looking down on the fallen elf. The blue haired young woman was a little breathless and a light layer of sweat coated her face.

""I did it," Tabitha said, her tone that of breathless awe. Dove barely heard the words as she lay upon the floor, her gaze directed up at the blue-haired girl now standing upon her bed. Light from the setting sun cast shadows across half of her face while the other was brilliantly lit with a golden hue.

Dove felt warmth burst in her chest at the sight in front of her as she shamelessly stared at Tabitha. She suddenly realized what she was doing and her face started to heat up. Even with that revelation she could not ignore the warm, damp feeling in-between her thighs

'She's beautiful,' was all Dove could think of at the moment. Some part of her was shocked at easy that thought came to her, unbidden as it was. Suddenly, Tabitha's proud smile fell as she realized that she had just essentially attacked Dove. Leaping down from the bed, she offered her hand to the Dove, who was still frozen on the floor. As Tabitha helped her up, Dove couldn't stop the thought that she wanted to see that smiling face every day.

Still red from her thoughts, Dove hugged Tabitha to hide her face and then spoke, "Great! Now to teach you the rest of the Shout. Ro, balance, and Dah, push. Meditate once more upon these. For all that you push with Fus, so too will the world push back and restore Ro, balance. To counter this, you must push the world harder that it pushes back, that is Dah."

Dove was once more surprised as Tabitha flashed her a smile at the end or her explanation. Bringing her gaze to meet that of the mage, Dove couldn't help but notice the unbridled joy that shone from the depths. With that, they went back to their positions, Tabitha continuing her studies of the Shout while Dove tried not to sneak glances at the girl.

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"Oh, yes," sighed a brunette as her husband kissed his way from her lips to her breast.

The man laughed into her skin as his wife's moans excited him and his exposed member rubbed down her leg pale as he shifted his head down to her chest.

Suddenly his wife jumped a little in bed before she held up a finger against his chest, pushing him backwards.

"What is it?" the Blond man asked as her action interrupted the mood.

"Honey," Mara spoke, "our daughter just found someone she loves."

Akatosh blinked in shock before a grin split his face, "YESSSSSS!" he crowed to the indistinct ceiling above.

Mara smiled before the rest of what she was sensing came to her and she frowned.

Akatosh was a good husband and hence was attentive to his wife's change in attitude. "What's wrong?" he asked as his worried frown matched Mara's.

"Our daughter loves another woman," Mara said simply. Love, and Mara by extension, didn't care about who you love, she was just concerned about how her child was going to progenate with who she loved.

Akatosh's eyes widened before tears started appearing in his eyes. "NOOOOOO!" he shouted like a big baby and collapsed into Mara's lap as his plans for grand-kid evaporated before his eyes.

Mara awkwardly rubbed her husband's head around the horns. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm sure we can find a way to help her have children."

"BRILIANT!" a voice shouted from the end of the bed causing Mara to jerk her head up in time to see an orange pants leg disappear through the bed room door.

"Well," she mussed, "that might just work." Then she concentrated on soothing her distraught husband over the chances of grand-kid.

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Dove reached over her head with one arm and grasped it with the other, she leaned towards the raised arm as well causing her entire side to be stretched.

Last night was incredible.

After Tabitha had learned Fus she had gone on to master Ro and Dah with incredible ease. It seemed to be that all she needed was for the words to 'click' with her and then she would be able to shout with the best of them.

At least that was what Dove hypothesized. It was still too early to tell; the unrelenting force shout was the easiest shout to learn so that may be why she had learned the other two words so quickly afterwards. Now she was starting on 'Yol'

Anyway, Dove yawned as she walked along side Siesta to prepare for the day. Siesta had been sent to get Dove since she had been so tired that she had almost slept in. In her arms were a basket of cloths to go to the laundry.

The pair turned the corner and started to cross the front courtyard when a loud screech of pleading interrupted the quiet morning.

Both girls turned to see a tall blond stranger marching towards them. She had on a white blouse and a long straight skirt, her expression was a mix of determination and disapproval.

"Please! Wait! Eleonore!" a voice shouted from just behind the new woman.

Dove perked up to look around the woman to see Louise getting pulled along by the hand. It was almost comical watching Louise get dragged but a stranger (Eleonore), shouldn't be dragging Louise anywhere.

Dove moved forward to intercept them. She planted herself in their path and put her hands on her hips, a demand for her to explain halfway up her throat.

The woman didn't stop, instead she breezed past Dove, seizing her collar at the same time.

A bark of surprise was all Dove managed before she found herself being dragged behind the blond.

"You are coming to," Eleonore said as she kept on walking, dragging both young women behind her, one by the hand and the other by the back of her dress.

Throwing a look over her shoulder, she caught a look from Louise that stopped her first response of hitting the woman.

Praying she won't regret it, she looked back as the slowing shrinking door of the academy. Mr. Flirt was there, he was smiling and waving at them as he obviously enjoyed seeing them get pulled away.

Dove sent him a dirty look. 'Chivalry is dead,' she thought before deciding to allow this, it could be fun after all.

Not to let him get the better of her, Dove called out to the flabbergasted Siesta. "DON'T WORRY SIESTA," she smiled as she shouted, "I'M GOING ON A SUDDEN ADVENTURE. IF I DON'T MAKE IT BACK TELL MY LOVER THAT SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE FOR ME!"

Siesta just stood there slack jawed as Dove gave a wave before being pulled out of the academy.

So what do you think?

Did that count as a LIME?

there wasn't any in depth detail of the sexual scene so its not a lemon.

anyways

T-T !missing your review Perfectshade! T-T

and

my third story is starting to take shape, any Naruto readers who have advice are welcome.