Thalorind – Greenvale Duchy
"Blossom misses Master!!!" Blossom cried while clutching at her slave collar's dog tag with both hands desperately. It was a dog tag she made from Quinlan's hair she cut herself at his request when it grew too long after he obtained the [Primordial Breeding Physique]. On it, the words "Master's Good Girl" were inscribed.
Her ears drooped, tail still, as hot tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.
Lucille stepped forward silently from behind and knelt beside her.
"Come here, dummy," the caramel-haired warrior whispered, pulling Blossom into a hug. Her arms, still dusted with gore from the battlefield, curled protectively around the weeping girl.
"It's going to be all right," she murmured. "He's coming back soon. You know he is. There's no way that Quinlan dies."
"But… it's been a whole two months!" Blossom sobbed, her fingers tightening around the tag. "Blossom can't bear this separation any longer!"
From nearby, a soft presence approached.
