Crafting Armor

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"Chuu! Chuu!"

The Little rat had yet to have a name but began licking and biting Rita's head and hair. He seemed to love her already, but there was a little problem, Rita didn't really like rats. I wonder why she even got one then.

"Rita why did you get a pet rat if you dislike rats?" I sighed.

"I-It was cheap! They were selling rats at like twenty bucks… All other pets were way too expensive…" Rita sighed, as she was slowly beginning to give up on taking the rat off her head.

"Are you serious?" Mark sighed.

"H-Hey! Look who's talking, the familiar-less!" Laughed Rita with a teasing smile.

"Actually I already got myself a Familiar." Mark said. "Come out!"

"CRRYAH!"

Suddenly, from the trees, a small species of eagle-like bird showed up, was this like a falcon or something? And when did he even made it into his familiar?!