Marigold sniffed at Deja’s outstretched hand, her little green nose twitching and tiny little clouds of spores floating off of her whiskers and her swishing tail. After a few moments, the moss kitten was satisfied and she sat in front of Deja, verdant chest upright and proud, eyes wide and yellow, as she announced, “You smell strange.”Â
“Rude,” Juneau remarked at Marigold.Â
“It’s true, and you’re rude too,” Marigold defended herself. But she abandoned the conversation with Juneau a moment later when Deja complimented her. “It’s the prettiest flower, actually.” Marigold did not care that such things came down to a matter of taste, but she flopped over onto the ground and exposed her tummy for petting anyway.Â
“Yeah, she’s mine,” Juneau confirmed, though Marigold seemed to have a penchant for sneaking away to meet up with Zagreus at the first convenient opportunity. The Vuldak couldn’t be mad at her for that, though. It was only fair. He’d rescued Marigold from the mountain in Hestia’s Cove as much as Juneau had. “She has to go with me to meet Jul–to meet someone. But we’ll visit… sometimes.”
Deja did not care that the cat had insulted her, not only did she get that to somebody with sensitive senses that she probably smelled like....Well, death. But it was such an adorable kind of creature, she'd never seen anything like it before. All the mannerisms of a cat but if she wasn't looking directly at it, in the right place, it would disappear amongst the mossy foliage of the moors outside the garden. "It is, it is the prettiest flower." She cooed, reaching down to gently smooth the fur on the creature's mossy floof. And then if she'd have been a little critter herself, her ears would have perked forward. Because as much as Deja considered Juneau family now, the blonde seemed to keep things between them fairly professional. Mentioning a name would mean they were a little bit closer and she tried not to show how happy this made her outwardly. "Sounds like this someone is special for you to go meet them." Actually nothing she'd said suggested that, but Deja was fishing.















