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<span class="mu-s">(EXTRA EVENT: We'll never stop supporting our fair lady!)</span>
The Shengesian continent was golden. The skies were full of radiant sunlight. The lands were covered in verdant grasses that shone yellow in hue. Lambent plants, trees and stalks of gold grew among the lands of the Imperial World, to show its unrivaled majesty among all creation.
Having landed in Shengesia, the party was moving through the countryside, among the bamboo trails and sub-tropical wooding. Yet, a fog was pouring in, obscuring the way. Seannsa's head hung low as she stayed near the back, following behind the profiles of Spray Guy, Summers and Catastrovania, who took point.
Hylan, Faeryn and Monroe noticed.
"Nyah? What's wrong, our lady?"
"Why so glum, nyah?"
"So unbecoming of nyoo!"
Seannsa sighed. "I'm sorry little kits, I'm jus' a bit torn up over me bad luck. It seems to happen so of'fn! I've 'ad more bad luck than good luck. It's givin' me conniptions..."
"Aww! But we've made it this far!"
"We haven't gotten done in yet!"
"Nyever fear!"
"Aye, but it's not just tha'... I'm worried aboot how I'll look to me subjects when we reach the Village. Ye' know we're gonna hittit' up on the way. We can't just not!" Seannsa pointed out; "But with how pitiful I've been as of late...? Is there any reason for the cats to keep followin' me? They won't see the same Seannsa anymore... and iffi' happen to croak, they'll be wantin' to follow someone else. They'd probably just start followin' whoever has the most power. They'd probably follow the Trinity and forget me..."
"Nyever! You're our one and only fair lady!" Hylan squeaked.
"Nyah! We aren't givin' up on nyou!" Faeryn nodded.
"Hah... yew three were always brown nosers... yer'll followin' a lady who can't even guarantee yer safety anymore..." Seannsa chuckled.
"Nyah, of course we brown nose." Monroe said, wriggling her nose.
"It's because we just think you deserve it, honyah-stly!" Hylan said, skipping along.
"We've been with you the longest, and we don't wanna break up!" Faeryn said, rubbing her cheek against Seannsa's arm.
She smiled a little more.
"Besides, nyahbody but you thinks so highly of cats like us."
"Nyahbody but you is looking out for cats like us as much!"
"Nyahbody loves cats more than Seannsa, that's why...!"
All three breathed in; "We'll nyever-ever stop supporting our fair lady! There's only one Seannsa and none other!"
She chuckled again; "Yew three... brown nosers to the end. What will I ever do wit' yew? Or rather, wit'out yew? Nyeh... c'mere!" She said, grabbing the three of them up in one big hug. They laughed as they walked along.
Truly a rare example of adoration born from sycophancy.
