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The female hedgehog sat outside the courthouse, looking around the main street of the town. It was a familiar sight to her, as the town was so small. She didn’t see a single person she hadn’t at the very least seen before. She used the light sounds of the regular hustle and bustle to space out and think about what had just happened inside the courtroom. She’d testified about her experience with the newest idol that had appeared in town recently. Had the judge twisted her words? Maybe. But he’d also made her feel spoken up for, and heard, and just everything a woman of her status would find.. appealing. He made her realise her feelings for the newest popular face were baseless. He would never do what that judge had done for her. And what decency did he deserve if he never returned any?
As the mistress of the elite processed what had occurred in the building behind her, a black cat approached. She towered over her from her makeshift seat on the marble, hat shadowing her face from the desert sun.
“I can tell you’re thinking about what happened in the court just now.” The feline stated.
“M-Maybe so.” The hedgehog replied, wondering if this sudden mind reading was because the woman was a witch.
“What are your thoughts so far?” She pushed the topic. It was hard to tell what her reason for doing so was.
“Nothing for someone your caliber to know about. Just proud over my legal victory.”
“Victory? I thought it was just a hearing.”
“T-That may be what it seems to the naked eye, but the crowd was in full support of my claims. The defense even left before the crowd dispersed. I would say a proper trial wouldn’t even be necessary.”
“The defense? Leaving early? I would have thought that new idol would have been more persistent than that..”
“How did you know it was a trial about him!?”
“You were very loud in there. I could hear you all while you were doing my errands.”
“Ah.”
The female hedgehog took a moment to think of a response, finding herself overwhelmingly flustered talking to the feline in front of her. She seemed to somehow outwit her every move, even though this was their first time meeting. She’d never seen someone quite like her before, with her fur as dark and vast as the night sky, with the tips of red shining through like the burning of a sun. The ornamental fringe from her hat perfectly framed her face, being reminiscent of stars shimmering through the pitch black void. Everything about her appearance looked groomed to perfection, yet also so casual and nonchalant that it was hard to take your eyes away from her. Maybe she was a witch, using some kind of love potion to lure her in, but what was she to do as the helpless maiden?