The savoury freshness of the fruity syrup was something that Sakura had never felt so good in her mouth: all the mixture of flavours mixed together in her mouth, on her tongue, almost making it impossible for her to speak because of the sweetness that tingled her entire palate. And that was when she met the gaze of someone pretty close.

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"You should take as much care of yourself as you do others." Mitama frowns as she inspects Lady Sakura's hands. Occasionally, she takes a moment to massage a spot that wears signs of their hard work as of late. "You will not be able to aid others if you do not aid yourself first."

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The sudden sentence of the young girl made Sakura almost flinched, but even more the delicate massage and touch she received as Mitama gently picked her hands in hers, making her noticing a thing that she always deny to herself –fatigue. Sakura was a very active and relentless worker, always doing her best to make the most of her time to heal and take care of people in need; she spent most of her times in the church and in the infirmary, occasionally, especially when tournaments were held and aside from taking care of wounds, illness and sickness, she barely considered her own health status.

“I.. I’m sorry” she looked apologetic, she knew that Mitama was absolutely right and she wasn’t paying much attention to her own wellness and body: she wasn’t the type of person who enjoyed taking pause or rest, she always needed to do something, especially for the others. She worked in the church, she volunteered in the kitchen and many many times she offered to sweep the corridors of the offices –she simply couldn’t stand the fact that she too needed help, at times.

Mitama definitely had got a special radar for that, it was as if she recognised when Sakura was tired, when Sakura was filled with anxiety, when Sakura was drained and apathic, but instead of pushing her through the relaxation mode, she kindly picked her hands and made the petite priestess realized on her own, even though words sometimes definitely hit better than actions. This time though, the massage felt different and the petite priestess felt all the care and love that a simple  girl could give to a dear friend and relative.

"Mind your head!" The vague warning is all Mitama has time to give (or perhaps, all she chooses to give) before a bird makes a dive towards the pair. She manages to duck out of the way, even as the dreadful thing squawks loudly at them. "Horribly violent, are they not?"

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The voice of the girl came a little late, but the reflexes of the Macedon Princess were way too good for that damn bird to actually made any damage to the couple.

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With a very swift move, Minerva avoided the gliding and she immediately dashed to shoosh away that impudent and noisy sea bird, finally they could enjoy some sun and relax.

"Phew, that was close" she wiped the sweat from her forehead, then turned to the girl, "Indeed, they always seek for violence, I guess.." and she observed the bird getting away, probably it got very useful the warn from the red-haired woman.

"Lady Sakura..." She tries to keep the whine out of her voice, she really does, but it is difficult to do so when she can already feel her skin protesting when she moves her arms a bit too far. "Might I be able to request some assistance?"

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As soon as she noticed the intense redness on Mitama's body - the arms of the young retainer semeed quite on fire - Sakura came to help the poor girl in need.

"Oh my, let me heal you!" she approached the girl with a preoccupied smile, gently gesturing her hands onver Mitama's arms. She learnt some trick at the monastery and even if she didn't have the staff or the tome with her, she still remembered some words to proununce to activate an healing spell -not as powerful as a tome or a staff, but still something.

"How are you feeling?" she asked with a less tense tone, relieved to be able to help her just a little. "I have some after-sun cream too!" she suddenly remembered, immediately rummaging in her bad and pulling out the tube. "There, I'll apply it to you, don't worry!" and she carefully rubbed the cream on Mitama's skin, hoping not to hurt her more than she should feel now.

"Lady Sakura!" Mitama hopes that she does not look too eager. Despite what her father might have said, Mitama did take her role as a healer quite seriously. She has always admired Lady Sakura's skill with healing magic and her strength to handle the burden fate had placed upon her shoulders.

"I hope this is not presumptuous of me, but would you care for one of these charm bracelets? There is a stall over there selling them and I thought that perhaps, well, it may be to your taste?"

The familiar voice almost made the petite priestess flinched as she really did not expect to see such beloved and amiable Hoshidian coming for her, especially since they kind of missed each other since her last visit to the monastery and that afflicted Sakura very much, despite the innocent ignorance about her presence before.

“Mitama, I’m so happy to see your radiant face” she bowed a little, greeted her with a seraphic smile, wondering why the two of them didn’t interact that much up until now. But while she pondered about the past, the other girl came up with a very cute offer, showing off a small bracelet with a dainty charm attached on it. In all response, Sakura widened her smile, looking at the bracelet with enthusiasm and curiosity.

“They’re very very cute!” she chirped, turning her gaze onto her face. “Do you want to share them?” she asked, but then she remembered another interesting stuff they could trade. “Oh, why don’t we share our brooches too?” she observed the string of pearls of Mitama, knowing for sure it would go well with the bracelet. “What do you think?”

‘Tis the Season | Mistletoe Meme

Ignatz couldn’t wait for the night to be over. After noticing that goddess forsaken mistletoe it seemed to appear everywhere. No place was safe for Ignatz, surely it would follow him back to his dorm. 

It struck again as he was having a chat with Mitama. He had checked for that accursed weed multiple times but somehow he glanced up and noticed it.

Panic set in as his palms started to sweat. How did this keep happening to him? Was someone out for revenge against him? No time to think, he had to act.

It was a little ridiculous he thought, that students were not permitted alcohol here. As if every meal in Nordion weren't served with a dry red.

Still, the cider they allowed provided a pleasant enough burn and warmth. Eldigan mindless sipped at the bar while he watched the lodge patrons lounge and joke. Before long another student took up the seat besides him.