You flounced into the Opera Epiclese with a spring in your step, wandering through the grand hall into the backstage area where your lady tended to spend her hours sipping tea, eating sweet delicacies and practising speeches in the mirror. The door creaked open, and Furina’s head perked up, ears twitching at the sound. You made your way inside, giggling as she approached you with a pout, rubbing her head against you affectionately, her tail winding around your leg.

“What took you so long?”