Harsh sunlight assaulted my eyes, it was seemingly more bright than usual. Light bounced off every reflective surface in the meadow, making the glass ceiling a pain to observe. My mood was far from polite. Mercifully, visitors were sparse on that day. I had heard that Runas planned to halt its horoscope service, so traffic in the meadow began to slow down. The dogs, however, did not intend to take pity on me. After running after the troublemakers by foot (and making quite the fool of myself), I deemed it best to pursue them by tank.

Runas's dogs were afraid of the tank, it made my job much easier. Whenever they gave me trouble I could hop into the tank and peace was restored. I often found my mind wandering while driving, I knew the meadow too well to ever crash into anything. Rows of neatly planted flowers, the sound of engine purring, occassional barks and yips from Runas's dogs, it made me feel at ease. Until I spotted...something foreign. I nearly ran over the thing. Fuming, I climbed on top of my tank to get a better look. Perhaps a visitor left one of their belongings behind? Such insolence typical of lower beings. This was far from the case, though. Before me stood an ENA, a servant. I'm not sure if servant is the most acccurate word to describe ENAs, but they were mass manufactured to help other entities. This ENA stared at me, her mouth open in an odd smile. Before I was able to shout profanities at her, she greeted me. I had seen other ENAs, but this one moved and spoke strangely. I wondered if she was defective.

She waved at me, noticing my mind had wandered. I scowled at her, grabbing for my crook I told her to leave before I was forced to take action. ENA's face still held the same smile, and she spoke more. Strange words, so many hand motions, I wanted her gone immediately. I cut her off, jumping down in front of her. She was so tiny, I was easily able to tower over her. Rarely did I need to intimidate my visitors, but she was not here to see Runas. Unsheating my claws, I held up her chin with the crook. Her smile vanished, replaced with a look of confusion. She began to babble apologies, flailing her arms like a scared animal. Taking advantage of her vulnerable state, I grabbed her by the black suspenders on her shirt and escorted her out of the meadow.

It seems she truly was defective, as she never heeded my advice to stay away.