[Lauchenoiria]

The now-12-year-old Princess Leila was starting to realise there was something off about her Kerlian. They had been on Samara for some time now, and there seemed no plans to take her onwards to Kerlile. Indeed, her Kerlian was starting to get irritated with her when she brought it up.

"Soon!" she would snap, annoyed. But soon never materialised. Leila had stopped asking. It occurred to her, too late, that she herself was no ordinary little girl trying to escape the patriarchy. She was, unfortunately, of considerable value. Were they using her?

They did not, at least, mistreat her in any way; and they kept the millions of stray cats away from her. Only her hairless friend, Skinny, was allowed in her room. But the young princess was bored, and suspicious. She knew word of her disappearance was now out, so she had to hide. But if she didn't want to go back, and her Kerlian was lying to her, what could she do?

Well, being 12 years old, she did not think so far ahead. As soon as she realised something wasn't right, she fled once more. She did not know where she was going beyond "away". Skinny, of course, followed. And thus the pair, a small child and a hairless cat, set out into the great unknown of Samara Island.