[Mikio's tail went from moving wistfully to a quick and happy wag as he heard that familiar voice. He turned around to face the young girl currently approaching him.]

Miss May. [He uttered, acknowledging her presence.]

Indeed. Even the other day when we met, the queen had ordered the guards to tie up my wings and throw me out the window. She's definitely not on our side, that much is obvious. But it makes me wonder, how much danger are we in?