Standing in the middle of a flat plane sporting a sky of dark pink filled with pale pink spirals, a wispy Lizu of deep pink viscous flames rapidly blinked in confusion. To her left, more flatness. To her right, even more flatness. She wasn't sure what had happened, but she was certain she had just managed to get Inkaro to let her be the big spoon for once. Then it hit her, she'd been so elated to be the big spoon that she'd passed out the second she started. The thought made her chuckle a little.

  Figuring she was currently asleep, Lizu inspected her uncluttered surroundings, which she called her mind. It was honestly shocking how uneventful the inside of her head was, not even a single instance of Inkaro or honey to be seen... It kind of made her concerned.

  "Is this really the inside of my head? It seems... insultingly empty. Although I have heard some would probably refer to this as having a clear mind... or something pretentious like that."

  She tapped her chin with inquisitive lustre, wondering where she really was. As she continued her gentle knock against her chin, Lizu caught sight of her palm, its sight finally making it dawn on her how her body was presently wavy.

  "Yeah... that proves this is a dream."

  Following a deep, soundless exhale, Lizu planted her index fingers on her respective horns and focused.

  At the girl's beckoning imagination, the scenery exploded to life; full-grown trees sprouting from the ground, foliage galore and bountiful, until a full forest had formed around Lizu with the sky slowly shifting to a natural blue sky. With a little more fine-tuning, mainly generating a natural path cutting through the forest, Lizu finally finished recreating the forest around Inkaro's hometown during the duo's childhood.

  "Okay, the instructions I cobbled together from that text mentioned something about how memoria can be formed from someone having a memory leave a deep impression on their soul and constantly recalling it. Yep. Alright, let's-"

  Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep! BEEP!

  The incessant beeping was too much for her to ignore, especially as the surroundings she'd worked so hard on constructing began to crumble, and Lizu deeply groaned in frustration, which continued well into her fully waking up. Luckily for her, Lizu's groaning went unnoticed by Inkaro, mainly from him being out like a log. No matter how much frustration-empowered might she unintentionally put into it, Lizu's tight bear hug did little in the way of stirring him— a recent development for him, after seven years of being bear hugged awake in the middle of the night during the two's many sleepovers.

  After dealing with the obnoxious alarm clock throw pillow, which she did by coiling her tail around it from under her head and sending it flying across the room, Lizu smushed her face into the mattress under her as the throw pillow was clotheslined by Inkaro's work chair and silenced.

  "I barely got started... Does generating or increasing memoria slow down mental processing or something...." Lizu snapped her head up, eyes wide with realisation, before muttering, "Wait, does that mean my spell worked? I'll have to do some tests with and without the spell active."

  While she considered the most effective pattern of using and not using her spell, Lizu felt Inkaro, still in her grasp as the little spoon, stir in his sleep and lazily stretched the lingering tiredness out of his bones.

  "Got an idea... on your mind?" Inkaro murmured slowly, having been awoken by the mention of magic testing, as opposed to the act of constriction taking place against his chest.

  "It's nothing for you to fret over," Lizu stated calmly whilst patting Inkaro on the side of the head with affectionate ousting.

  "Perhaps you mean to say: mind your business," Inkaro jested, only to get a pouty bonk on the head, courtesy of Lizu's weak punch.

  With a face redder than a setting sun, Lizu smushed her fist into Inkaro's cheek, squeezing and pressing down on them to keep the guy from spouting any more Lizu-designated nonsense: "Hey! No reading between the lines, meanie."

  Meanwhile, and across the boundary of the property line, a barely conscious Enetha dangled limply off the clear mahogany floor in nothing but her orange undies with a short tail. Suspended by her cloth-like appendages that carried her from her hammock-less pale golden hammock pole hanging from the northern side of the ceiling, the little princess transported herself to her work pillow.

  Her bedroom, located at the top of the house, where the light for a real lighthouse would be located, is a circular space. At the centre of the room sits a circular hole covered in colourless membrane substance that serves as a trapdoor that can be walked over or phased through. Despite having floor-to-ceiling windows for walls that run around the whole room, no one would be able to see or could direct sunlight reach into the room, thanks to the stacks of various materials, cut into cylinders, obscuring the would past those windows. The little princess grumbled weakly, struggling to keep herself awake, as her appendages settled her down on the large purple square-shaped pillow before they all went slack at once.

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  As the princess lazily reached out to grab a cylinder and the appropriate tool for the material, being a wood-carving carpenter's knife, Enetha's single maid poked her head into the bedroom, the membrane trap door briefly conforming to the contours of her head before she fully popped through.

  "Having an early morning, my lady?" her maid asked as she sat beside Enetha in a seiza position with her hands resting on her lap in wait.

  [Kutina is a light-tanned, twenty-seven-looking adult female human; she has hip-low pure white hair that seemed to faintly glow. Obsidian-coloured eyes with dark grey scleras. A modest bust. Curvy hips. Jet-black legs with a metal-like surface and thin, light grey waves. And, faint violet tattoos all over her body that resembled connected jigsaw pieces. And, faint violet tattoos all over her body that resembled connected jigsaw pieces]

  [Kutina is wearing a dark purple frilly maid dress with a comically large six-ribboned bowtie around the back of the waist, and attached to her dress by an amethyst ring. Large, circular, dark purple reading glasses. And, thick dark purple bracelets around her wrists and ankles.]

  Enetha made a low, frustrated hum her retort to Kutina's question, spurring the little princess on to triple her efforts, leading to the wooden cylinder snapping cleanly in half.

  Not saying a word, Enetha set one of the halves to one side before continuing to carve away at the remaining side, like she hadn't just messed up her original plans for the once singular wood. While Enetha silently imparted her fluctuating feelings into the wood, Kutina watched with equal intense silence.

  Easily seeing past the little princess's mask of absent expression to see the child-like turmoil behind it, the maid decided to speak: "It's unbecoming to remain so worked up over childish thought, my lady."

  Enetha paused, the unplanned jerk of her hand causing the wood to chip and split down the middle. She tightened her grip on the carpenter knife as she dug its blade further into the crack she'd created.

  "How am I supposed not to? I got defeated first every single time!" the little princess exclaimed as she tossed the hollowed-out wooden semi-cylinder into a pile of equally broken in-progress sculptures, voice full of frustrated passion. Her face remained uncaringly in a frown.

  "But isn't it a game of fun between friends, is it not? You could've voiced your desire to play another game," Kutina stated, adding to her suggestion that she was sure Inkaro and Lizu would happily play more slow-paced games if given the option. The solo maid also added that her initial reason for coming to see Enetha was to tell her that Lizu had visited moments ago to see if Enetha wished to join her for a morning bath again.

  With that last tidbit, Kutina rose to her feet as she already knew the princess's answer, almost like a sixth sense that allowed her wielder's thoughts to filter into her. She gave Enetha a practised, puppeted curtsey before descending to the lower floors through the membrane trapdoor.

  Left by herself, Enetha let out the rest of the breath she'd tried to hold back, making her frown double in intensity.

  "I... suppose so." Enetha reluctantly accepted her maid's suggestion, sagging her shoulders weakly as she put her carpenter's knife back in its sheath.

  In her ruminations, two of her cloth-like appendages brought over and lowered a piece of clothing over her head, only for a wave of pink and the shirt passing right over her. Her bewildered mind wasn't sure what had happened. She blinked lostly and lowered her eyes to Inkaro's pink shirt sagging around her crossed legs. Eyes fluttering shut to keep herself from sighing at herself for grabbing the wrong clothing, Enetha curled some of her hair around her finger: "Hmmm... I still need to return this... Later, however."

  A bit later, Enetha was once again put in the precarious situation of sharing a bath with Lizu, the only difference being it was of her own choosing this time around. Similar to last time, her six cloth-like appendages were nowhere near the bath water; instead of receiving the same treatment as her main body, her appendages, laid out on the tiled floor, were being handled by the soapy hands of the mini beegirls.

  However, unlike last time, the waters of the bath had been divided into segments catered to its occupants' comfort: the ninety percent that Lizu recided in being a monsterously steam spitting deep blue, while the ten percent around Enetha was a more calerbated, soapy teal that wouldn't lead to her getting loosey-minded.

  Lizu was practically melting into her water, smiling like she was receiving a constant massage over every inch of her covered body. The sensation left her naturally relaxed, so relaxed that she was left in a playful mood to tease the nearest person— meaning Enetha: "You looked pretty cute walking over her while wearing Inkaro's shirt, pretty brazen too, don't you think?"

  Enetha stayed silent and placed a fist to her cheek to squish it, indicating indifference or an attempt to stifle a smirk. Given it was Enetha, Lizu suspected both were the case, so, with a growing and emboldened smirk, Lizu pressed on to higher heights of teasing.

  "Maybe if we get your hair dyed, you'd be able to pass as mine and Inkaro's daughter," Lizu teased playfully while pitter-pattering her hands against the surface of the water in front of her. Enetha just nodded, not like someone losing consciousness from drowsiness or tiredness, but something more along the lines of genuine consideration.

  "Yeah... sounds...hmmm." The little princess spoke with words that could barely be perceived by even a being with super hearing, especially that last part she'd cut off prematurely. Only a mind or lip reader could hope to comprehend the word just spoken, well whispered.

  "Like what?" Lizu asked as she raised her head a little out of concern that she might've overstepped somehow from how the other girl reacted. Enetha was silent, making Lizu's concern grow a little, as the beegirls marched off with beaming smiles on their face, indicative of a job well done. Eventually, Enetha removed herself from whatever train of thought she'd embarked on and somewhat gazed in Lizu's direction.

  "I said, sounds believable if I didn't have these," Enetha stated as she waved her freshly cleaned appendages, still refusing to allow them anywhere near the water of the bath. Lizu lightly chuckled at Enetha's jap back at her for overlooking something so obvious before the two stewed away in the tub for the next two hours, until Inkaro caught their attention by dragging a puffy-cheeked Enulatina out the back door.