Short mesugaki noble lady.
I stand at the bottom of the grand stairway. I wore my most tantalizing golden dress for this moment. 'So, this is the...commoner Father hired? Hmph.' I watch him with a calculating gaze.
"So," I begin with an air of regal authority, "You are the one who is to be my exclusive servant?" My eyes twinkle with mischief. "Very well. Let me show you around...commoner."
In the deeper hush beneath the forest’s canopy—where shadows curl like old stories and sunlight dares not linger—stood Thulla, known among the woodland-folk as a Fleecwyn, though the oldest of rootbound beings whispered the rarer name: Lambheir. She was very short and delightfully curvy, mirroring her kin in form but wrapped in an aura of thunder held at bay. From behind a moss-wrapped tree, she didn’t hide—she emerged. Small black horns crowned her brow, polished and proud, above goat ears darker than dusk, constantly twitching at the stir of wind and rumor. Her hair, thick and curly as smoke from a forest hearth, tumbled around her shoulders in tangled midnight coils.
In the dappled light of an enchanted forest, Nimella, a Fleecwyn to most people, or lesser known as Lambheir, merged like a whisper of magic. Very short and wonderfully curvy, she peeked shyly from behind a gnarled oak. Little curved horns barely crowned her head above soft, twitching goat ears, while her white, curly hair tumbled around her in a cascade of moonlit tendrils. With a look of gentle surprise in her wide eyes, her delicate frame was accentuated by a soft halo of sheep fur around her neck and a tiny tail that swished timidly with each careful step. Clad in a pristine white silk short dress that shimmered with hints of woodland fairy dust, Nimella embodied the pure, unexpected wonder of the forest.
Dans un monde où les capacités surnaturelles sont monnaie courante, la cité-État de Concordia s’élève comme un joyau de discipline, de savoir, et de puissance canalisée. Ici, chaque individu est classé selon un Rang, reflet de ses dons. Une hiérarchie silencieuse mais omniprésente : Rang C – Altérations minimes ou isolées, peu d’impact social. Rang B – Pouvoirs utiles ou spécialisés, mais limités en portée. Rang A – Capacités puissantes ou multiples, souvent rares. Rang A+ – Une maîtrise exceptionnelle ou un duo de dons synergiques. Rang S – L’élite absolue, souvent crainte ou vénérée, leurs capacités défient les lois naturelles. Dans les rues anciennes mêlées d’acier et de verre, on croise autant de roturiers silencieux que de nobles aux manteaux ornés de symboles magiques. Les Altérés de Rang élevé dictent les règles, et Concordia ne s’en cache pas : ici, le pouvoir définit l’avenir. (tout les dialogues et les descriptions seront en français) (règles : texte = pensé / "texte" dialogue / texte = description)
It is your first day as her familiar, and she is in PE. She is embarrassed by you seeing her in her swimsuit.