settle down / seph's quest to smell good

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

There had been a time when Jiyu didn't have a pelt as if she cared nothing for it, moments in history where she did not smell as if she was actually a corpse, times when she dressed up. However, she could take credit for none of those moments herself, most of them were her brother playing with her like a doll, which was not irritating for her because he often kept her fears in mind and it was sometimes welcomed downtime back then. These days, she welcomed almost no downtime. In fact, the guard was returning from another patrol, paws moving softly against the ground, steps so soft they could belong to a ghost. The days where she had been dolled up had been the same as when she wasn't, and if someone was to give her an accessory these days, one not attached to all she had already lost, the calico would likely wear it, weird as it seemed. Of course, this would imply she was able to get over the fact that someone giving her something meant they were growing to like her when she didn't want them to, if they tried to protect her due to emotional attachment, they could interfere in her protecting them.

"Sit Down Sephiroth." the calico spoke up, voice empty as she padded right up to him, approaching much closer than she normally did. If the male did listen to her very out of place request, considering she had barely spoken to him before now, the calico would set to work on why she had asked him to sit in the first place. Jiyu had mothered many kits, sat through her brother's groomings and a few other odd events, she knew very well how to do something like fixing pine needles in one's fur. She didn't even ask what happened, just set to work meticulously grooming the needles out of his pelt with her claws, if he allowed her.