@born-grow-wither
It wasn't fair. They were supposed to be the fearless haetae for Mystic Flour. And because of them, she'd shed jam. It wasn't fair. It was horrible seeing her in such a state. Weary as she collapsed onto the bed... Some guardian they were... Ears only drooped as their master continued to rest in tranquility.
There was a whine as their claws scraped against the floor.
Their master needed rest. And they.... They...
...
That whine turned into a growl as the haetae burst into their true form and ran out of the room. With the distinguishable scents of all the beasts in the air, it wouldn't be hard finding the right one. And following the trail of spices in the corridors, they would finally find Burning Spice.
And charge into him with all the strength they could muster.
