A whimper left the princess's lips as she looked around. Flowers, lovely. The sun, beautiful. The garden? Frightening. The kittens sprawled upon the blanket that was neatly layed out for the princess to have a picnic on? Daella was frozen in fear.

Facing fears and becoming a woman were hand in hand, Daella found. It's that one came naturally, like the turning of the season. The latter came with force, and God's knowing, fear. It is very, very hard to face fear alone, however, which was why Daella's loyal guard was tapped to assist the princess in these affairs.

The Princess trembled as the cat brushed against her, a little black kitten mewing softly for affections as it's littermate purred in Daella's lap. She wanted to shriek.

"Get-get it off." She whispered, pale as a ghost. She didn't make a move to touch it, panicked as she was. "Please...please...it's scares me so." The kitten began to knead on Daella's dress, and every time it's bitty claws unsheathed themselves, the Princess looked near ready to faint.